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Then she realized what she had seen was not teeth. Instead, a silver sword sliced through the demon, cleaving it into pieces.

But then again, I am a silly old man, and this story is not about me. It is about Bijoy and Radha, both of whom hated darkness.

Three hours. Three hours and sixteen minutes, to be exact. It didn’t matter anyway. She had completely lost track of time, after his call. At first she’d thought…

She saw the world in colours. It made much more sense to her that way, and she liked how they interacted with the glass.

Why did the overcrowded capital of a third-world country suddenly feel like heaven? It hadn’t for the last 20-odd years.