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The colonel was an old man with a shock of white hair, he looked old, but his posture was still erect. His piercing black eyes took in Makhan’s apparent poverty evident in his is worn, dusty clothes. At first glance, the colonel had not recognised the bag, but the khansamah had convinced the colonel to check inside the bag.
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