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Death Clock
Death Clock
Death Clock
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Death Clock

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The Story of a late night drive. A few crucial hours. A scientist claims to devise a clock that can foretell death. In the convoluted amalgamation of Death, Political Conspiracy and Extinction will the death clock be a benediction for humanity or the greatest curse for its creator?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherUjaan Ghosh
Release dateSep 2, 2014
ISBN9781311895370
Death Clock
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Ujaan Ghosh

*Yawn*

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    Death Clock - Ujaan Ghosh

    Death Clock

    UJAAN GHOSH

    Death Clock

    Ujaan Ghosh

    Cover Picture Ujaan Ghosh

    Published By Ujaan Ghosh at Smashwords

    Copyright 2014 Ujaan Ghosh

    All characters appearing in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, locales and persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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    Chapter 1

    A small restaurant with a saint-Gobain window, pots of violet lavenders potted alongside the ledge stood at the corner of a cobbled street. Pale women with red lips, men with costly watches appeared lost in reflection as if they found the answers to their lives on the other side of the stainless, spotless glass. Cars had lined up alongside the footpath; lines of black, white, red and the occasional blue and orange contrasted the crème walls of the posh restaurant. The guard that stood at the green front door with a golden door knob wore a faint blue shirt and saluted every man and woman who entered. Sahib, Madame, Sahib. Once or twice out of ten if he was lucky he would get a tip and his smile would stretch like an elastic band on his slightly oily pear- shaped face. Night had set in, the sky a dark velvet with a hue of red and had stars strewn across it like spilled sugar on a

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