A GlIMPSE OF FATE

(METHARAJ) RAJ'S POV (Age 27, Year 1990)

The nicotine was supposed to be a comfort, an old familiar chemical anchor in the confusion that had snuck into my life on tiptoe. Instead, it was merely smoke, a bitter fog that served only to deepen the dissonance in my head. The cigarette was held in ...

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