CHAPTER 74 : THE ROOTS THAT REMEMBERS

Morning came gently.

No alarm. No summons. Only the call of birds weaving through the canopy and the warm scent of toasted millet drifting from nearby hearths.

Naya rose with the sun, wrapped in linen and stillness. Her steps were unhurried. Her body remembered how to listen now.

By mid-morning, ...

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