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Festivals
A boy was placed in a fire that could not burn the woman holding him. Only one of them walked out, and not the one anybody expected.
The pyre in the courtyard at Hiranyapura was built the way you build a pyre for a person.
Seasoned wood laid in a square. Ghee poured over it. The whole thing waist-high, and ready. What made the servants stack it slowly was that everyone in the palace knew who it was for. He was five years old. He was the king's son. And he had done nothing at all except decline to stop saying a name.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.