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The screaming started at 11:47 PM.
Colonel Sharma’s secure phone shrieked through the silence of his darkened office, the sound cutting through him like a blade. His hand trembled, actually trembled, as he lifted the receiver.
"Sir... sir, you need to get here. Now. It’s... Oh God, it’s a massacre."
The words tumbled out in fragments from Constable Rajesh Kumar, one of the few survivors at Nehru’s residence. Blood. Bodies. The Mahatma shot. Nehru dead. The ass ...
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