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Mar 2022
The ****** eye fell on them. It wanted everything that belonged to them as its own. The passion-ridden army of ignobles plundered their wealth and happiness. But it couldn't carry their soul, which had transformed into a mountain of woes.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
98
   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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