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He didn’t pack. He didn’t call anyone. He grabbed his laptop, his passport, and the cash from the coffee can in the freezer. He looked at his front door—the normal way out—and then at the fire escape ladder leading down to the dark courtyard.

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The text message arrived at 3:14 AM, a sharp blip in the silent room. He didn’t pack