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Prologue

The room was shrouded in darkness, its oppressive silence broken only by the faint echo of Agastya's footsteps. He paced back and forth, the sound of his steps reverberating off the walls.

His hands were tangled in his hair, a clear sign of his growing frustration. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering emotions.

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I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks (Accidental Author)