The Shadow Man
The Shadow Man It has become overdue at night. The sky becomes included in darkish clouds, not using a hint of moonlight to pierce through the thick blanket of darkness. At the distance fringe of the village, below an historic banyan tree, stood Rahat. He became trembling—now no longer from the relax of the night, but from a combination of worry and excitement. Tonight, he could in the end take a look at the testimonies hed heard considering childhood, testimonies that his elders had exceeded down through generations. Stories of the banyan tree, the only vicinity withinside the village that nobody dared to go to after sunset.
