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BLACK DIAMOND
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Ongoing, First published Oct 16, 2023
"There is no calamity greater than lavish desires. There is no greater guilt than discontentment. And there is no greater disaster than greed." - LAO TZU

Humans tend to do inhumane things in the name of power. Our thirst for power would never be quenched ever by us. I wonder why our species who is presumably  the most intelligent being on earth  kill each other ,when we could forge something unique by staying together. Its just like coal which is insignificant but considered valuable for the power industries and is named as BLACK DIAMOND. 

But my story is not about some brittle , fragile  coal but about the chase of the  drug called MONEY and the brutality done along the way in the desire of  attaining it and the stories of  the town also named  BLACK DIAMOND which face the ramifications of those actions.
Every story got a hero to remind us that things are not totally fucked up , and in mine its chief inspector Alfred Scow who embark upon an adventure of uncovering the truth of the cases he is given  and to grant justice to the poor, needy people of the town.

Will he succeed on his quest for justice or will he travel on  a road which would lead to his downfall?
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The wind outside acted as a silent accomplice in the chilling narrative , creating a suspenseful and eerie atmosphere .I reached for my favorite cigar, brought it closer to my lips and drew the tip of the cigar closer to the flame. The ember ignited with a seductive hiss and I inhaled a puff with that a fragrant smoke swirled around me.

And in that moment I knew I WAS BACK IN GAME!!
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