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55F: The Ordeal


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He had been hanging there for half an hour now with death hovering at his feet. Clinging for dear life, he and the poor souls around him had brought this upon themselves. The ‘Master’ emerged, ceremoniously throwing paper bits at their faces, who finally granted them their freedom after announcing – “Final stop… TNagar bus-stand…”

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