Waiting For His Turn
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Muhammid was now in the busy courthouse. He wasn’t used to huge crowds in his village and felt claustrophobic. He could smell sweat in the air as it rose to the ceiling. The ventilation system definitely wasn’t working correctly.
Muhammid needed an escape. He ran to the bathroom nearby and washed his face with cold water. Then he heard his name being called, and his heart dropped.
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