He crumbles into golden dust. The old woman is gone. The crack seals. Arul blinks, and he is standing on a dry riverbed, the sun high, the palm-leaf manuscript open in his hands.
"He was not evil," a voice says.
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And every time he tells the tale of Vaali, he adds: "Justice is not a sword. It is a mirror. Look closely—the face you see is always your own." He crumbles into golden dust
Then, slowly, Vaali lowers his mace. For the first time, he looks not furious, but tired. the sun high