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ONCE IN A BLUE MOON. . . . . .
Chapter 1 (i)
1920 AD
On a rainy night of july, a man walked on the lonely streets. He arrived at a plush Victorian-style English manor admist the eerie silence of the night. He was welcomed and told to wait by the servants, till they could fetch their master. The waiting room was indeed impressive. The man left his coat on the stand and inspected the room.
He wandered till he came to a beautifully carved mirror. Now upto the business. He thought. He quietly slipped behind the door and ventured forward in the corridor. Until he felt he reached his destination. He opened the door of the room and quickly slipped inside.
He looked around. it's the right place. He closed his eyes and looked around. he saw a corner of the room emitting a bright glow. He raised his hand and pulled the source towards him. Aaahh!!. It was hurting him so he himself went towards it. it was a brick. Though it looked as an ordinary one ,he could make out the faint hint of a script on it. clever, invisible to any mortal eye.
He removed a small bottle from the left pocket and poured it over the brick. As soon as the liquid touched the surface of the brick, the script became visible. The man pointed his finger on the script and uttered some words under his breath. The script came alive and the alphabets walked themselves into the empty bottle. The man closed the lid and carefully put back the bottle in his pocket. He looked one last glance at the brick. He saw the visible shield he had created over it becoming invisible. Mera adha kartavya poorna hua , acharya aap jaha bhi ho mujhe aashirwad de ki mera ye karya sampan ho.