Anselm handed her a simple wooden box. Inside: a hand-painted scroll of the website’s first line: We are here.

Riya realized the problem. She wasn’t just building a site; she was translating a soul.

Anselm, whose fingers had only ever touched rosaries and temple bells, stared at a cracked smartphone. “A digital gate,” he whispered. “But who would build it?”

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