The morning held a chill that clung to the skin, a soft mist dancing through the air like lost spirits. The temple bells rang out in rhythmic bursts, their echoes vibrating through the earth, as if trying to wake the forgotten gods. The scent of sandalwood and burning incense wrapped around the ancient pillars, thick and intoxicating. Chants rose like a sacred tide, purifying the heavy silence.
At the steps of the temple, Ridhaan stood still — hands clasped behind his back, jaw clenched.
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