More In The Ancient City
Rohan With my left hand in a firm grip around the other wrist, I pull at my right hand. A searing pain shoots through the hand and the flesh seems to be sucked out. Come out, damn it! Come out! A forehead with two eyes appears from within the cave-wall, and a cracked thumb places itself on the centre of the forehead. A rudraksh beaded necklace appears on a hairy chest. Something tells me this forehead is familiar for I have seen this mole on the left side of the forehead. As my mind is diverted, my hand relaxes, the curved rock softens and some energy pushes it out. But pain shoots out through every damaged nerve and pounds on my brain. But where is the birthmark? The half-moon birthmark prominent all these years on my hand? It is nothing more than a faded colour. I plod down the pass
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