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2023-10-13 04:33:10
Nil presses himself against the door of his vault. Above his head, the barrel of an assault rifle slides along a ventilation panel. He freezes. The beam of a flashlight tracks him through the darkness. A few words in Arabic reach him. Slowly, a pungent smell slips beneath the gap. His nostrils burn. “It was there,” he said, “that I understood that they were setting fire to my house. »
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