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Introducing Flash Fiction on Halloween/Diwali/Kali Puja - 2024

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 Hi everyone!

We are introducing flash fiction from today.

Various genres.

And since it is Halloween, Kali Puja, and Diwali today, we thought of beginning with flash fiction relevant to exactly such a theme.

So here goes.

Happy reading!

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