Late one evening a storm rolled through that tasted like iron. The campus power flickered, and in the darkened common room a group of students clustered around a single lantern, arguing over an exercise sheet. Mohan sat among them, and together they chased an elusive tensor identity through pages of algebra. When the lantern guttered, they used phone lights, eyes shining, the indices winking like constellations.
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