Chapter 5

Grace Chanbee 1.2k words

It was almost 9pm. The weather had quite changed. It was going to rain apparently. The breeze blew fragile things in sight.... biscuit wrappers, papers, nylon bags and so on. Dust also flew around and some got into my eyes.

I diverted to a locked store room and while waiting for...

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