Letter 32

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Dear Ardere,

The pain when the dreams are crushed although abstract but can be felt by the materialistic body. With the hopes to be blessed by the sight of your charm, I set out to an unknown territory.  Hurdles were jumped, holes were skipped. I jumped across great chasms to be charmed by you.

But alas! The hopes were killed by the absence of your divine self in the simple abode. The mere moments I had got myself, the opportunities that were presented to me by the gods turned out to be nothing but a mockery. A mockery of my simplicity. A mockery of my feelings.

How can I achieve my goals when the divine conspirator himself is my enemy.

Yours,
Asura

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