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The panchayat meeting spilled into the mango grove. Voices rose and dipped like wind. The agent produced the stamped paper again. But words are not all that bind a place. The elders produced grain receipts, festival notes, and the small ledger of the panchayat from decades back. Meera stood and told, plainly, the story of the boundary stone by the tank, how it was lifted once, then replaced by old Suresh when floods came.