The night had reached its peak. A pale half-moon hung in the sky, barely visible behind thick black clouds. Fog drifted low across the ground, wrapping the world in eerie silence. Lakshya, breath shallow, edged his way through the darkness, narrowly avoiding the patrolling guards of Ranvijay. His destination loomed ahead the old bungalow, the only thing he had left now.
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