
by Tiger_your_friendly_neighbour
Guilt doesn't need a verdict to haunt you — it already owns your mind. In the heart of New Delhi, a man known only as The General moves through high society and the underworld alike with the same mischievous smile — because he isn't entirely a man. Marked since childhood by the demon Kirtimukha, he's spent his life being whatever the moment demands: soldier, killer, gentleman, god. When a stolen painting turns out to be the key to an orbital weapons program and a drug that erases fear itself, The General is pulled into a war between a resurrected Cold War arsenal, a cyborg-breeding crime syndicate, and a psychologist named Justyna Jura whose calm is the most dangerous thing in every room she enters. This is a story about the thin line between man and monster — and about what happens when a world keeps needing you to cross it, one more time.
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