CHAPTER 75 : THE SHAPE OF SEEDS

The rains came late that year.

But when they came, they came fully—not with fury, but with rhythm. Soft. Relentless. Cleansing.

The children ran barefoot through puddles, their laughter echoing off soaked rooftops. Women danced beneath tarps, skirts heavy with water, joy not performed but released...

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