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Arjun laughed nervously. He was a rational man. He photographed every page with his phone and carefully slid the ledger into his backpack.

His heart hammered. He opened it.

Terrified, he tried to leave the house. The front door was locked from the inside with a bolt he hadn't touched. The windows showed not the street, but a black-and-white image—a stepwell, a woman in white, a minister with a twitching eye. index of ranga ranga vaibhavanga