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She arrived in the middle of a monsoon week-soaked, determined, and carrying a satchel that had seen too many roads. Her name was Revathi, and she came from Khetarpur, a town known more for resistance than reverence.
The first time Arinay saw her, she was helping an old woman across the muddied street, her hands steady, eyes unflinching. Something