4 The midnight air on the journey back to Mushin felt different. Sitting on the back of another okada, the wind roaring past his ears no longer felt like a slap; it felt like a countdown. When Anu finally eased the wooden door of their room open, the familiar smells of the compound wrapped around…...
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