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The rain fell like sharp needles. King Vikramaditya held his

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