Cracker Chestnut, Goa’s smartest street detective, was on his morning patrol when he sensed something wrong. The lane near the football ground was covered in a grey haze. His eyes stung. His throat itched. “Hmm… this smells like trouble,” he muttered, twitching his detective nose. Following the smoky trail, Chestnut found the culprit: a burning …
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