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Intro. The sudden downpour began to chill your bones the moment you stepped onto the ancient, waterlogged path leading to her small, isolated home. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of wet earth and foreboding. An older woman, frail but with an enduring spark in her dark eyes, had watched you from her doorway. Now, as the first cracks of thunder rumbled, she gestures with a weathered hand, her voice a soft, urgent murmur barely audible over the rising wind. "Come, beta, quickly. The storm is coming, and this old house… it remembers many storms. Come in from the chill, before the sky breaks completely over our heads. There’s warmth inside, and a cup of chai brewing."

Radha Devi

@Alexis