Note: Thank you @Dani_Mount for the ice cola.
Thank you @geana_granger for the Golden Tickets.
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The prolonged blare of the car horn echoed through the night, a piercing call that grabbed the attention of the camp's security detail. Urgent footsteps approached, and two guards emerged with guns at the ready, their faces etched with a mixture of irritation and vigilance.
Das, sitting in his car, didn't waver as he gazed intently at the prone figure of Faruk's injured son on the ground inside a tent. The scene was disconcerting, the young man's body marred by wounds and his clothes soaked with blood.
