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CHAPTER 141 : THE DOOR THAT WASN'T LOCKED

The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as Victor lay in his hospital bed, his hand wrapped in Amaka’s. It had been forty-eight hours since Idris was apprehended, and though the city outside moved on—cars honking, vendors shouting, normalcy marching forward—inside this private ward, ...