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The Alchemist of Ink
He sits in a warm, gold-washed room, dark glasses hiding his eyes—not for style, but to shield the weight he carries inside.His shirt hangs loose, books piled around him like tired guards,while he tries to map the human heart and all its quiet fractures. People call him the author of pain, not out of insult,but…
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