And from the laptop speakers, a low, gravelly laugh.
She looked back at the file name. The "20..." wasn't a year. It was a countdown. At the bottom of the screen, a timer appeared: .
Amira's coffee turned cold instantly. The room’s temperature dropped. Outside her window, the colorful houses of Bo-Kaap seemed to stretch into a gray, endless plain—like the ghost town of Comala.
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