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immortality, but I am not willing to walk that path. I, however, am willing to kill myself and
return to life once because that’s the extent to which I put my faith in this magic.
I silently slipped out of my bed, collected chalk pieces, candles, and a large knife, and sneaked
outside the house.
My legs are feeling as good as they were 20 years ago. I am running even though my body
cannot keep up with it, but I have to reach the hill as soon as possible.
I turn back to have a look at the house again. I can see the bedroom light on, and I can hear
some commotion soon after that.
I have stopped to catch my breath, but I cannot afford to stop any longer. Prachi’s scooter is
right there, and if I don’t hurry, she will definitely stop me.
‘Goodbye, Prachi,’ I murmured.

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