It never starts with noise. It starts with someone missing dinner. A call that doesn’t connect. A pair of shoes by the door, untouched for days. Then come the whispers — Tiger Base took him. A man leaves for work, a pastor for evening prayer, a student for an errand. None of them return. Their names fade from the news, from police files, from public memory. Only their absence remains, repeating itself like a national refrain.Original Article
Part 7 — The Disappeared
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