The under-construction building was guarded by a lone watchman. He fell asleep precisely at 12 pm, after a late dinner.
The boys waited to hear his gentle snore over the din of the city traffic on the highway. The city that never sleeps was the loudest a few kilometres from the site.
The starry five, as they called themselves, tip-toed past the watchman,…
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