The morning air on Buton Island was crisp, carrying the familiar, earthy scent of damp soil and ripening greens. For 54-year-old Wa Siti, it was supposed to be a routine start to her day, a simple trip to her vegetable garden to gather food for her family. But as the sun climbed higher, the silence in the fields grew heavy, unsettling, and eventually, terrifying. A mother vanished without a sound, leaving behind a trail of fear that would haunt her family for… Continue reading…
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