Chapter 1

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"I don't know why am I writing all this, but I just want to confess that I am not writing this as a part of my profession but rather, as a clue to find out where I lost myself.

It's been late, since I have read anything but here I am constantly forcing my eyes to swell up from not sleeping and just finding a headspace.

I am not mad,it's just that my life has been turned and twisted, until that night."

Sweat drops down from the face of Walter, a known writer and a very efficient story teller but the night of 22nd July 1995 is worrying him and not just worrying but driving him deep into the madness of his thoughts.

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