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Shifa Rahman

Horror Crime Thriller


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Shifa Rahman

Horror Crime Thriller


Soul

Soul

1 min 32 1 min 32

It was 4:10 in the morning -blue and freezing. 

He was standing in his opulent dining hall.


He gazed at those vintage glass windows.

Hidden behind those white lace curtains.

The sight was of his impeccable estate.


He always knew he was destined for the life of luxury.

He was the only heir.

But that moment was intense.

He felt alone and helpless in his castle.

He had bloodstains on his night robe.

It was his own.


A strange voice reverberated to him - you're already dead 

But he knew he was never alive.


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