The next morning, just a minute before seven, the doorbell rang.
Siddharth opened it to find a tall man standing crisply in civilian clothes, neatly pressed, understated, yet unmistakably military. His posture was erect, face calm, and eyes sharp but not unkind. He offered a small, respectful nod.
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