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Sunday. He delivered twelve dhurries to a stunned Sita, who paid him in “trust units” that converted to real rupees—minus a tiny 2% network fee that fed back into village solar projects. The page loaded in monochrome, like an old teletext service

Within three minutes, his phone buzzed. Not a spam call—a video call from a woman in a workshop stacked with bamboo scaffolding. “Sita. Madhya Pradesh. I need twelve hand-woven dhurries, bamboo-dyed, delivered to Bhopal by Sunday. My regular guy’s loom broke. You’re listed as idle. Can you deliver?” Just a single input box and a question:

The glow of the single bulb above his desk was the only light in the small room. Rajiv stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the mouse. The electricity meter beeped its hourly warning. Another hour, maybe two, before the power was cut for good.

His blood ran cold. He had never told a soul about the bamboo grove—it was a worthless patch his grandfather had bought as a joke.