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As I stepped into the bustling corridors of the courthouse, the scent of fresh ink and paper filled the air, mingling with the faint...

In the heart of the countryside, where the rolling hills met the endless sky, there stood the grand estate of the Ketepa family. And...

It's because I’m fucking poor! And please, spare me the “count your blessings” & “power of your words” talk. This university has been...

somewhere in my brain, at the diversion of the grey and white matter, there existed a land: Timbuktu.