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Chapter 2

The sky stopped pouring down its celestial tears; the seemingly endless canopy of clouds started to unfold, showing the faint, intermittent gleams of the distant nocturnal lights. The city was asleep -- cradled, lulled by the tender metropolitan winds. Eyes do have their own tongue. They speak in a language only intelligible to those who possess them and those at whom they gaze.The stranger's



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Chapter 2

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