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“MY GOD!”, Pragnanth shouted in bewilderment. His face cowered in

paranoia. With fingers, fidgeting and heart, pounding, Pragnanth spoke.

“It worked, Mark. I got flashes of me, amidst World War I, warring

against the Axis. It seemed so real”.

Amazed disbelievingly, I told, “Now that you got what you want, leave me

alone”.

“Not so soon, Mark. I just got meagre flashes of my past life. Create more

of that serum so, I can retrieve my past lives completely. Only then, your

job’s done”.

Fuming in anger, I clasped my hand so tightly until I could feel blood,

pulsating through my palm.

Three months flew and Pragnanth who injected himself with the serum
innumerably recollected the memories of his past seven lives. However,

little did he know about the unforeseen aftermath that awaited him. Due

to frequent administration of the serum, his dopamine secretion
gradually diminished. Eventually, he suffered from Parkinson’s. As days

passed, his health relentlessly deteriorated. He could barely move a

muscle. Such an abominable sight it was to glance. One day, I visited him.

“How are you, Pragnanth? Good? I dropped by here to tell you something

that kept lingering in my mind. A secret, actually. First of all, I feel sorry

for you. But, do you really think that the serum does all these to you? It is
I who pulled the strings behind. While I was busy creating the serum, I

got to know something about its formula. I discovered that by adding

manganese oxide, this serum potentially affects humans’ substantia

nigra function. So, I mixed some into every sample I made for you and
those were what you injected all these while”.

Upon knowing about my obscured dark truth, Pragnanth’s eyes widened
in aghast. He was shell-shocked. His blood drained to a bottomless pit.

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