CHAPTER 127 : THE BROADCAST BEFORE THE STORM

The van hurtled down the rain-slick backstreets of Lagos like a hunted animal, its tires screeching through puddles, taillights casting sharp red slashes across the dark. The storm above wasn’t just weather—it was omen, the city weeping before the reckoning.

Inside, Naya sat rigid in the backse...

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