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Farid closed the laptop. He pulled the USB drive out. For an hour, he sat in the dark. Then he walked to the Nile Bridge and threw the drive into the black water. As it sank, he thought he heard distant laughter—not mocking, but relieved. He slammed the laptop shut
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