The Brass Lamp
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This story, a suspense thriller, is an imaginary story based on an assassination bid on the life of prince Skandagupta of the Gupta dynasty. It is set in the period where the mighty Gupta Emperors ruled over a large empire in India from 320 to 467 CE. The empire had a powerful army under its command, a well-oiled administration including demarcated and efficient departments very akin to those in modern times, a developed trade and flourishing arts, literature, architecture and science and technology. It had a particularly good network of spies who kept the kings informed about the law-and-order situations in the empire and a police system to maintain it. The subjects lived in general prosperity. The period is aptly called the Golden Age in Indian history.
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