Ali lay quietly on his jute rope woven cot in the garden. It was a quarter after 10, and the neighbourhood was quiet. He had dinner and was looking for a nap before his shift started at 2 a.m. He was the Chief of the Elite Patrol of the Police force of a town in Arabia. [...]
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