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They said the room on the 49th floor didn’t exist. No nameplate. No ID access. No records in the company logs. But every employee at RaiSinghaniPharma knew the rule: Don’t speak of it. Don’t look at it. Don’t even think of trying the handle. Meher stood in front of it now, silent, the polished steel door gleaming under the cold-white hallway lights. His reflection blinked back at him—black eyes hardened by blood, a jagged scar slicing across the left side of his lips, another crossing the dead center of his left eye. Skin weathered and bronze from years of sunlight that no longer touched this skyscraper. Behind him, the corridor stretched empty. But he knew—cameras were watching. He shouldn’t be here. Not after hours. Not alone. And definitely not thinking about the dream he had last night. A dream of this door. A dream of blood. A dream where he died again. He reached forward. Before his fingers could graze the steel, a voice echoed behind him—low, dangerous, too calm. “That room isn’t for you, Meher.” He didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He knew that voice better than his own heartbeat now. Agrasen. His boss. His director. His living nightmare. And the man whose story, once upon a time, had ended in tragic flames on a page of fiction. Only, this wasn’t fiction anymore. This was the world Meher had been dragged into—the world of "The End of Eclipse." Where Agrasen was destined to die. And Meher? Meher was never meant to exist. “I didn’t open it,” Meher replied. “Yet.” A pause. Then, footsteps—measured, like a hunter circling prey. “Curiosity is a dangerous trait,” Agrasen murmured, voice just behind him now. “Especially in men like you, who carry too many excuses… and scars.” Meher finally turned. Their eyes locked. Bronze and brown. Black and hollow. And just like that, the air between them cracked— With history that never happened, Memories that didn’t belong, And a hunger neither of them could explain. Behind the door, something pulsed. Alive. Waiting. Restricted Section. The door never opened that night. But it would. And when it did, Nothing would be the same.
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SMALL BULLIES: ASHES OF REDEMPTION

In a war-torn empire where power corrupts absolutely, seven broken warlords branded as monsters must defy their past to forge a future worth redeeming. Once feared as "The Ghost Tigers"—Zhang Wei’s brutal enforcers—Kalima Chileshe (Hellfire Incarnate), John Mwanabeti (The Golden Fist), and their brothers-in-arms unleashed devastation across the Jade Expanse. Kalima’s flames razed villages. Chisangalalo Zulu’s breath poisoned rivers. Vincent Kabonde twisted flesh into abominations. But when the warlord they served turns their affinities against their own families, they shatter their chains, becoming hunted outcasts with blood on their hands and empires on their trail. Haunted by the ashes of Frost Moon Province—a genocide Kalima can never undo—the Ghost Tigers are consumed by a desperate chase: to escape their sins, control their cursed gifts, and find a peace that feels forever out of reach. Their only anchors are the love of spouses they were forced to abandon: - Kalima’s healer wife, Mei Lin, whose faith in his humanity is fading. - John’s fierce swordsmith wife, **Hana, imprisoned for defying Zhang Wei. - Zulu’s herbalist wife, **Lihua**, dying from the toxins he once weaponized. Their quest leads them to the **"Breath of Heaven"**—an ancient philosophy teaching control over their destructive affinities. With this fragile hope, they unite with rebels and clans to build **"The Sanctuary"** in the poisoned Mourning Moss Swamp, transforming their powers into tools of healing: - Kalima’s fire now warms forges. - Zulu’s breath purifies blighted land. - Vincent’s bone-warping mends wounds. But Zhang Wei’s vengeance is relentless. He creates monstrous Serpent’s Teeth" soldiers and poisons the empire’s wells, blaming the Ghost Tigers. Facing annihilation, they make a final stand—not with fire and fury, but with irrefutable truth. Risking everything, they expose Zhang Wei’s atrocities to the Imperial Court, culminating in a celestial aurora over the capital—a beacon of their restraint and redemption. In the aftermath, the Ghost Tigers achieve the impossible: Reunite with their spouses against all odds. Cleanse the land they once poisoned. Build a sanctuary where affinity-bearers and refugees find hope. Force the empire to acknowledge their humanity. Years later, the Ghost Tigers stand not as warlords or monsters, but as guardians of the Sanctuary—a thriving city born from ashes. Kalima and Mei Lin heal beneath blossom trees where infernos once roared. John and Hana teach children to forge swords into plowshares. Vincent and Jia mend broken bones and broken pasts. Their scars remain, but their measure is finally taken in lives saved, not lives erased. We chased shadows... and found our light not in hiding, but in building this." — Kalima Chileshe, Sanctuary Dawn
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