Nightfall had settled.
The moon, pale and disinterested, hung low over the fading skyline. Inside the temple quarters, Tanay moved like a man possessed. The moment he stepped into his modest room, he didn’t bother with the lights. He pulled open the creaking closet door, took out a few sets of worn clothes, and dropped them neatly into a weathered duffel bag on the floor.
His hands moved with urgency, but his eyes…
They held something else.
A flicker of something wild.
Relief… maybe. But buried beneath that — a quiet madness.
Like he was running from something no one else could see.
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