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7| Release

Rudraj was wrapped in the warmth of his comforter, clinging to his pillow like it was his last defense against the cruel world. Sleep, for once, had claimed him fully--no nightmares, no shadows. Just blessed unconsciousness.

Then the phone rang.

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