The Indian Exorcist

The Indian Exorcist

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Set on the edge of modern day metropolis of Hyderabad, India is St. Lawrence a school harboring a deadly secret which might spell doom for its students. Kabir, 16 yo, the new student is an exorcist who is called in special cases when the ghosts and the supernatural is beyond the usual priests to solve. He is called to St. Lawrence through an anonymous SOS. Skeptical, but knowing there can be bloody consequences if it turns out to be real. He pulls on the thread of strange happenings all over St. Lawrence but the harder he pulls, the more he has to face consequences and his past. This might just be the last exorcism he ever performs. All the while he has to prepare for his exams too. Talk about multitasking!
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