Bhishma stood at the edge of the river, listening as the waters spoke back to his mother.
Ganga rose softly from the current, luminous and calm. “Dharma has brought her to you,” she said, eyes resting on the unmoving form drifting near the reeds. “She is not of this time alone, Bhishma. Take her. I will steady the flow of Aryavrat so her fate may continue.”
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