The winter night had already muffled any sign of civilization. The wind howled through the empty streets. The street lights seemed to shudder in the cold. The moon and her army of stars kept a wary vigil over the numb city. A sole dry leaf kept circling in the gust.
Raj stood staring down at the road from his window. He didn't seem to notice the beautiful picture the night was painting. He was lost in his own thoughts.
He had a story to tell.
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