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  • The Nighttime Sky.

    The Nighttime Sky. I step out of the golden Chevrolet. I take a deep breath.I smell the smells, of the nighttime sky. Fresh cut grass. Newly bailed hay. And trees.Those ...

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Maybe what most people wanted wasn't immortality and fame, but the reassurance that their existence had meant something. No matter how long... or how brief. Maybe being eternal meant becoming a story worth telling.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality