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The old clock on the wall ticked past 9 PM. Amma, whose name was Lakshmi, sat on the veranda’s red cement floor, stringing a fresh garland of jasmine. Her fingers, though slower than before, still moved with the precision of thirty years of practice. The fragrance was the only thing that could still make her heart flutter—not the flower itself, but whom she was making it for.

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