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In an eastern UP village, the paddy fields turn black after harvest—like night seeping into the soil. Villagers whisper, “Never listen beneath the crops…” before falling silent. The earth remembers names, pressing them into circles of mud where thumbs fit too perfectly. And once your mark is taken… the soil writes you in—before swallowing you whole. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices