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He turned. The door was open. Outside, under a crooked banyan tree, stood a woman in a tattered red sari. Her feet were indeed backward—not grotesquely, but elegantly, like a dancer reversing time. She didn't float. She walked, heel-toe, heel-toe, the wrong way toward him.

"If you had nothing to lose, what would you become?" chudail

Arjun laughed. "So she twisted her ankles and left? That’s your chudail?" He turned

Arjun's skeptic throat went dry. "Ready for what?" "If you had nothing to lose, what would you become

"I'm not a demon," she said. "I'm a mirror. Every village makes its own chudail to scare daughters into obedience. But I got tired of being a warning. So now I ask the question the living are too afraid to ask themselves."

He had finally met a ghost he couldn't disprove.

"To a choice."