Chapter 25

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• An Airport and a King are no different. They are both stories and memories. Mili saw a barista selling coffee in the corridor, shouting to offer his merchandise. Her gaze hoped to board the plane with a single ticket in her hand amidst the crowd. There were women crying, praying to be reunited with their lost partners. There were also men busy with their phones, receiving calls for one-night stands. And there were female workers slipping short messages into passengers' passports for their loved ones. Ah yes, the airport was as eerie as that.