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Obsidian in the Fire
The faint smell of rain drifted through the air, soft and almost sweet. Far ahead, dark clouds rolled across Tavora’s sky, lightning threading inside them like veins of warning. Rohan quickened his steps. A storm… Continue reading
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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
An Average Being 