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King Vikramaditya lowered his foot slowly. The rushing water washed

The jagged bolts of lightning lit up the graveyard. The

King Vikramaditya wiped the sweat running down his brows. The

King Vikramaditya’s long trek to his destination was almost over,

The graveyard was still. There was no sound of rustling

King Vikrama shielded his eyes from the leaves and dust

The rains had stopped, and the ground was covered with

Muddy water splashed on King Vikramaditya’s clothes. His feet were

King Vikram wiped his face with the back of his

Water poured down King Vikram’s face, blurring his sight. He