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The Mark Beneath the Skin
In the attic’s filtered light, Rishabh brushed the dust off an old photo. A boy, smiling beside a dog—his birthmark identical to Rishabh’s. Scrawled in faded ink: Manoj, 1956–1979. He paused. Counted. Manoj was twenty-three—just… Continue reading
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The Hollow Sun: When the Sky Broke
The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the city, curling around Smitha like a warning. She stood in the centre of what used to be a plaza, now a bowl of cracked stone and… Continue reading
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The Hollow Sun: The Man Without a Heart
He remembered the day he sold it. The Heart. The witch had not asked questions. She never did. Though she had a youthful appearance, her eyes were ancient, like craters in forgotten moons. He walked into… Continue reading
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The Hollow Sun: What Remains of Her
A golden fire split the sky as a thunderous noise echoed through the dark, smoke-like clouds that loomed over the entire land. It was the end of an era. The city below was a silhouette of… Continue reading
An Average Being 