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Once upon a time, there was a writer. An aspiring writer, whose greatest wish was for his stories to come to life. He became obsessed with the idea, obsessed with the only man who had managed to do it. The man was long dead but he had left behind a character of his own. A person, the writer assumed, with parchment for skin and ink that moved through his veins, for that person had not been given heart of their own to pump blood through their body. The writer was delighted at the idea of making a living being that defied the laws of nature itself. He craved for the power and sunk deeper into his research. But soon the writer came to realize, that he and the place he resided in was ensnared in the dead man's final story. And to the writer's horror, he was not a dominant character at all. He was the background, a side character in a senseless fairytale. The girl he loved had fallen for a heartless man. The person with the key to everything true form was a b
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