Wayan and He of a Thousand Eyes

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In the darkness, Wayan smiled.

It was midnight in Bali, and all was still in the compound. All was going to plan.

Wayan was patient. He had waited for the last beers to be drunk and the last pleasantries exchanged before making his move.

He casually walked around the ring of cottages.

If anyone was paying attention, they would have seen the Head…