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As per docs, the maximum length is 3000 characters for the v3 alpha model but my audio gets trimmed even if I send less than 3000 characters but what's weird is that I get correct timestamping of characters but the mp3 returned is incorrect and ends abruptly.
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Paste this into studio or via SDK with any voice and model v3 alpha
A paradise that would mock Duryodhana's pride, turning his envy into a burning, all-consuming fire. And so, another plot was hatched. Not with fire, but with dice, loaded by the hand of their uncle, Shakuni. A game of chance was proposed. A game Yudhishthira, in his piety, could not refuse. He lost his kingdom. His wealth. His brothers. He lost himself. And then, in a final act of desperation... he wagered their wife, Draupadi. And he lost her, too. What followed was an act of unforgivable cruelty. An empress, dragged into court like a slave. Before the silent gaze of kings and elders, honor was stripped away. She prayed, and a miracle occurred. Her sari became endless, her dignity protected by a divine hand. But the insult was done. Vows of vengeance were sworn in blood and tears. Their punishment: twelve years in exile, and a thirteenth in hiding. If discovered, the cycle would begin again. The years of exile were hard, but they were not idle. They gathered knowledge, strength, and divine weapons for the war they knew was inevitable. Thirteen years passed. The debt was paid. They returned to ask for their kingdom. Krishna himself went as an emissary, pleading for peace. He asked for just five villages for the five brothers. But Duryodhana, blinded by his hate, refused. 'Not even land the size of a needle's point,' he declared, 'will be given without a fight.' And so, the path was chosen. The great field of Kurukshetra would drink the blood of an entire generation. On the brink of battle, the great warrior Arjuna faltered. He saw his family, his teachers, his kin... and his will to fight dissolved. [despairing] 'I cannot kill my own,' he said, his spirit broken. It was then that Lord Krishna revealed his divine purpose. He spoke of duty, of action, of the immortal soul. He showed Arjuna the true nature of reality, and his place within the great wheel of Dharma. His duty was clear. He was a warrior, and he had to fight. And so the war began. Eighteen days of carnage that would leave the world scarred forever. The first days were a storm of destruction, as heroes on both sides clashed. The invincible Bhishma held the Kaurava line, a river of death against his own grandchildren. He could only be felled by a complex stratagem, his own vow turned against him. He fell, but did not die, choosing his own time to depart, a silent witness to the carnage he could not prevent. Next came Drona, the great teacher, forced to raise arms against his favorite pupils.
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