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... the name Xylon, there was a school.
A broken one.
With rusted benches, leaking ceilings, and a board so old it creaked when written on.This was the school Nishanth once passed by every day on his walk to college.
Bhudevi Government High School.
Where students wore torn shoes and shared pencils.
Where teachers cried silently because they hadn't been paid in three months.
Where a girl once sold her bicycle to pay her ...
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