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The evening of incident

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Sejal's POV:

Everything seemed normal in the cafe as usual: the customers chatting, the smell of coffee beans being roasted, waiters walking around.

I saw him enter the cafe at his usual time. A few moments later, a man in uniform entered. He definitely is some high-ranked officer; I can tell from his uniform. This was unusual. Mostly, his clients are some serious-looking men or rich-looking women. Something else was unusual today: the weight of the box. It seemed heavier than usual. I was scar
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