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Chapter XV: The Magic of the Ages
Inspired at the prospect of finding love, Carey took out his notes and journals and sat outside the shed with the hurricane lamp. Ram Babu got tired and fell asleep, while Kali unfurled the sail and let the wind guide the boat. It was almost midnight, a light breeze blew across the boat that flickered the flame of the hurricane lamp. As Carey went over his notes, he recalled what the Princess has asked him earlier on the carriage- “Why does the map takes us to different places in the country, why not lead us to a single location and say- hey, here’s the lost city of Shamballa, go find it!” He kept pondering upon this rather important question- why not point out a straight route to the map but take them through different places all over the country. He assumed that these places must have
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