As Rupa read aloud the names of those forgotten, whispers rose from the fields, the well, and every corner of Chandrapur.
Children, men, women—their voices joined hers, forming a chorus that filled the night.
The shadow recoiled, its form flickering.
Each remembered name struck like lightning, weakening it.
Sajib shouted to the villagers,
"Do not stop! Keep speaking!"
By the end of the night, the shadow trembled violently, screaming in anguish.