Dawn. Well, it wasn’t even dawn when I was walking from City Hall MRT towards the Arts House. It was about 6.40am that I arrived there and the guards were all resting and sitting in the darkness in the front of the doors.
I had a little book light with me as I walked in the dimness (as opposed to darkness because there was still lights about) but meh, that would be silly.
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