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Hari's Karna Purana: The Vanara's Disciple
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Ongoing, First published Aug 28
On the blood-soaked field of Kurukshetra, Karna, son of the Sun, meets his end at the hands of fate. Broken and betrayed, he asks Krishna a final question: "If I had been guided... could I have been good?"

Krishna answers not with words, but with a gift-calling upon Hanuman, the immortal son of the Wind. In another realm, Karna awakens, reborn not as Duryodhana's ally, but as Hanuman's disciple.
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