Yet Musang felt the tug of elsewhere. He had returned to reclaim a paper, but he found himself inheriting a responsibility heavier than a title: the village's eyes now saw him as someone who could cross between two worlds. In the market, children tugged at his sleeve to see photographs of city buildings; elders asked for help with letters and forms. He began to train with Pak Haji on ways to read maps and talk to officials; Lila started keeping a ledger of every visitor, every conversation.
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Night wrapped the kampung in a thick, humid blanket; fireflies stitched gold across the rice paddies while the old kulintang in the village hall hummed faintly from a rehearsal. Musang—tall, wiry, and named after the island civet for his quick hands and restless curiosity—moved like a shadow between banana trees, clutching a battered satchel that smelled of camphor and motor oil. Yet Musang felt the tug of elsewhere
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