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…He placed the paperweight that Akhila had given him on the fluttering papers and looked at the pen. An eerie sensation washed over him; it felt as though the pen was calling out to him. Despite his reluctance, he couldn’t control his hand from reaching for the pen. It seemed to have a magnetic pull, drawing him in. As he grasped it, he began to write on the paper, unable to stop himself from continuing.
Ankit Singh
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