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The climax arrived. The hero, broken, walks into the police station. The music—Johnson Master’s haunting score—swelled. In the old days, Janaki would grip Keshavan’s arm so hard her nails left marks.

Aravind laughed. "But swimming pools are also real." The climax arrived

The screen went white. The projector whirred to a stop. The climax arrived. The hero