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Kuttan wanted to keep it. He wanted to hold the image of Meena like a live coal. But the village was small, and the world of streams and shares would burn anything valuable into ash. The projectorist offered an alternative: screen it once, at night, on the temple wall; let the village see a ghost of itself and decide whether the reels should sleep or scatter. A repertory of witnesses, he said, could protect the memory better than a single downloaded file sitting alone on someone’s phone.