Epilogue
The Café of Second Chances
M Mehran Chapter One: The Rainy Evening Arman never liked rain. It made the city streets smell of damp concrete and regret. But that evening, caught without an umbrella, he ducked into a small café he had never noticed before. Its wooden sign read simply: Second Chances.
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The Silent Chapters of A Life
M Mehran Chapter One: The Stranger in the Mirror Rayan stared at his reflection, his face pale under the bathroom light. At twenty-seven, he should have been brimming with confidence, but instead he saw hesitation staring back. The kind of hesitation that doesn’t come from one failure, but from years of quietly choosing comfort over courage. He had a decent job, a quiet apartment, and a routine that rarely shifted. Yet, inside, a storm brewed—a restlessness he could not name.
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World War 3:and the Collapse of Global Economy
World War 3 and the Collapse of Global Economy Wars are never confined to battlefields. They ripple into homes, cities, and the very foundations of society. If World War 3 were to erupt, the destruction would not stop at bombs and missiles. The collapse of the global economy could be just as devastating—leaving nations powerless, trade frozen, and everyday survival tied to what little people could hold in their hands.
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The House at the Edge of the Orchard
The House at the Edge of the Orchard Clara parked her car at the foot of the dirt lane and sat for a moment, watching the house appear through the thinning mist. It stood at the edge of the orchard like a sentinel, weathered but proud, its white paint now chipped to gray. The apple trees behind it swayed gently, their branches heavy with fruit, just as they had been when she was a girl.
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Luna the Lopsided Lion
In the heart of Sunspot Savannah, where golden grass swayed with the wind and birds sang sweet songs at sunrise, lived a young lion cub named Luna. But Luna didn’t look like the other lions in her pride. Her left ear flopped down, her right one stood up straight. Her tail curled in a funny spiral, and her mane grew in all directions like a wild bush.
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Steps of Liberation: Paths to Wholesome Freedom
The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket - but the kind that echoes. The kind that reminds you of absence. The kind that sits across from you at the dinner table and dares you to say something. Anything.
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