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Arinay returned to Padmapur not with fanfare, but in the hush of dusk. His feet traced the dusty path with reverence, as though afraid to disturb the village's heartbeat. Though officially suspended, no law could ban him from his home.
The banyan tree stood waiting-its leaves murmuring like an old friend eager to listen. Beneath it, the mats were