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“She looks at her palm. It feels warmer. It feels as if it has touched something evil. And now the evil is calling. Now, evil feels attractive. Slowly, and ever so slowly, she brings her palm closer to her nose and takes a long, deep breath. Purpose â€� Remember your purpose—the whisper bells like the songs Meera sings every morning.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance