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... of the sacred river.
Morning had arrived.
Mist floated above the flowing waters of Mother Ganga, turning the entire river into a dreamlike silver path.
The small wooden basket continued drifting quietly along the current.
Inside it slept the newborn child.
The divine earrings beside his tiny ears reflected the light of dawn.
His golden armor glimmered faintly in the early sunlight.
...but for everyone else, he looked beautiful and radiant ...
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