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Folktale Plucking Out the Last Pins
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Whenever Shabnam was alone in the cottage, it seemed someone would call out to her aloud. She was not afraid but felt perplexed by a man’s voice making a strange request.
‘Can I come down,’ the voice called her clearly two days ago for the first time.
‘Can I come down,’ the voice called her clearly two days ago for the first time.
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