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CORNER OF THE STREET-PART 1
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The letter carried brief instructions: 'Meet me at the corner of the street', it read. But who was it from?
It was an ordinary morning, or so it seemed. The letter arrived with the morning newspaper, tucked neatly inside as if it had always belonged there. The handwriting was elegant, almost poetic, and it bore no signature. The message was simple:
"Meet me at the corner of the street."
Charu’s heart raced as she read the note. She wasn’t sure if it was curiosity, fear, or excitement that gripped her. Charu was an artist with a penchant for the whimsical, her auburn hair cascading like autumn leaves, her hazel eyes brimming with stories untold. The kind of beauty that made people pause, not for her looks alone, but for the intrigue she carried in her aura.
The corner of that street was infamous. It had witnessed a crime last month; a high-profile heist involving the disappearance of an artifact worth...
The letter carried brief instructions: 'Meet me at the corner of the street', it read. But who was it from?
It was an ordinary morning, or so it seemed. The letter arrived with the morning newspaper, tucked neatly inside as if it had always belonged there. The handwriting was elegant, almost poetic, and it bore no signature. The message was simple:
"Meet me at the corner of the street."
Charu’s heart raced as she read the note. She wasn’t sure if it was curiosity, fear, or excitement that gripped her. Charu was an artist with a penchant for the whimsical, her auburn hair cascading like autumn leaves, her hazel eyes brimming with stories untold. The kind of beauty that made people pause, not for her looks alone, but for the intrigue she carried in her aura.
The corner of that street was infamous. It had witnessed a crime last month; a high-profile heist involving the disappearance of an artifact worth...
