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The Great Epics
A hunter saw something move in the brush and thought it was a deer's ear.
A hunter saw something move in the brush and thought it was a deer's ear.
Nearly his whole clan had killed each other in a single afternoon of madness.
Krishna watched it happen. At the end he could do nothing.
The days after passed in a grief he made no attempt to organise.
That was not like him. He had spent his entire life acting decisively in exactly this kind of moment. Everyone close to him could remember it.
This time he walked into the forest alone.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.