THE FACE IN THE POT (PART 1) – DO NOT EAT AFTER MIDNIGHT In the quiet village of Igede, old Mama Adaku was known for one thing—her delicious midnight stew. No one ever saw her buy meat. No one ever saw her cook. But every night, the scent of rich, thick stew filled the air, making stomachs growl. One night, young Chidi couldn’t resist anymore. He crept to Mama Adaku’s hut, peeking through the window. She was stirring a large black pot. Steam curled into the air, thick and heavy. But something was… wrong. The meat in the pot was
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