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Short Story: When the Credits Stopped Rolling by Shevlin Sebastian

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Shevlin Sebastian pulls us into the fast and gritty world of cinema with this poignant story that is both mysterious and thrilling.

Muzaffar Ali stared at the face of his dead wife.

He had stared at this face for 25 years. The face had remained smooth. A tiny crease where the nose touched the forehead. But the lips seemed to be turned to one side. It seemed to show distaste. 

The neighbour’s wife, Pramila, put a consoling arm on his shoulder.

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