Imogene Scott At exactly noon, Mia creates the distraction. She approaches one of the officials, a tall, gaunt man with graying hair, and speaks to him in hushed tones. He frowns, then nods, leading her away. Now’s my chance. I slip away from the kitchen, walking briskly. My heart pounds as I weave between buildings. My fingers grip the hidden burner phone under my robe. I scan the area, looking for anything.Then I see them. Two men standing near a shaded alcove. One of them, a burly man with a cruel smirk, lets out a bark of laughter. “These people will believe anything,” he scoffs. “As long as we promise them salvation, they'll give us everything they have.” I freeze, heart hammering. Slowly, carefully, I lift the burner phone and hit record. The other man shakes his head, grinning. “They think suffering will earn them a place in heaven. Fools.” Rage burns through me, but I stay still, willing my hands to stay steady. I zoom in slightly, making sure I capture
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