MIDAS

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It all started on a night like tonight, the grey hounds were wailing at the moon while coreless summer winds blew hot. I was down the very stretch of the Siberian reserve when I heard a heart piercing loud scream. I ran towards the voice with my flash light and sound nothing but a long trail of blood. I went closer to take a look and found that the blood trail was fresh. I knew something was wrong. Suddenly, piercing the pure silence was a humongous roar. It was the roar of the tiger.

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