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THE CONSEQUENCES OF A DARK MIND

But till late at night Gopi did not return home. In the morning Gopal “Oh come on, now, Sparsely, are you trying to fool me, you old

visited Rajan looking for Gopi. To this Rajan said, “Oh! I am sorry. A dump?” The man with the bowling hat said, chugging a huge gulp of his
large eagle swooped down and flew off with Gopi.” “Don’t fool me,” drink. The Manchester bar was now buzzing with chatter and laughter,

yelled Gopal. “It’s just not possible.” Hearing their heated argument a and Mr. Sparsely was endowing some interesting village gossip on the
merchant, Mr. Garnier.
crowd gathered. Then someone advised the duo to seek justice in the “Why, no, my lord, I say nothing but the truth. That Vincent girl died

King’s court. Rajan and Gopal related their tales in the King’s court. last year around this time by the strong effect of plague, and the

“Nonsense!” said the King. “How can a mere eagle carry away a ten villagers complain they have seen a slightly translucent girl wearing

year old boy ?”Rajan commented at once, “Your Majesty, the same way white clothes float around the garden!”
the rats can nibble away a hard iron rod!” The King saw through Gopal’s “Oh, what do they know? I am not sure they were present at the

deceit. He asked Rajan to return Gopi to Gopal and Gopal was ordered funeral. Do not worry. No spirit is roaming around the gardens of

to give back Rajan’s iron rod. But through all this Rajan was sad to lose Spritsails. Stay relieved, and just enjoy your drink.” Mr. Garnier assured
him.
a friend. “Believe what you want to, my dear sir, but I am definitely going to

Rishan Shetty (VI) sleep with all my doors and windows closed!” Mr. Sparsely asseverated.
That night, David Garnier went home feeling puzzled. Could it have been

true? Could the villagers really have seen the young girl’s spirit? ‘Oh no.
Definitely not.’ He thought to himself. It was really silly of him to even be

thinking about all this nonsense. Sparsely was a young chap, easily
fooled by floating lies. But Garnier was not to be so easily conquered.

Feeling proud of his strong mind, Garnier turned the square on the road
home. It was late, and silence pressed on the road. As Garnier walked to

the alleyway, he saw a person moving in the shadows. As he moved
closer, he heard faint sobs coming from somewhere near the person.

“Hello? Is everything alright here?” He said loudly. The figure in the
shadows turned around to reveal the face of a young girl, about twenty

four in age. Looking at Garnier, she slowly started to move out of her
position, coming into the faint light of the moon.
“No. Nothing is alright.” She said in a soft, papery voice.

“What is it? How can I help you?” Mr. Garnier asked.
“No one can help me. I am alone.” She said. Her voice was so marked

with fog, Garnier could not make out if she was starting to cry.