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It stopped inches from Meera’s face. Inside, she saw a woman who looked hauntingly like herself—same sharp jaw, same nervous habit of tucking hair behind her ear. But this woman was older, sadder, standing alone in a hospital corridor. A doctor was speaking to her. Mihir was not there.

Mihir grabbed her wrist. “Ignore it. It’s a trick of the altitude, the gas from the marshes—” meera mihir latest

The fog rolled back in, thick and absolute. The bungalow creaked. Somewhere, a nightjar called. It stopped inches from Meera’s face

The lights dimmed slightly. The valley below grew dark again. Only one light remained—the first one, the amber sphere with the sad woman in the hospital. meera mihir latest