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Morgan and Jake stood on the edge of the Ganges looking east as the sun rose over the horizon and cast a fiery trail across the water.
"How quickly things change," Morgan said. "Yesterday we stood waiting for the dawn with Mahesh and now he's gone. Asha's dead, and so many more are with their gods."
"And we're still standing," Jake said. "Be thankful for that, because one day, you or I will stand alone." He took her hand and kissed it, his dark eyes intense as he looked at her. "I hope that won't be for a long time."
Together, they crouched next to the water and lit tea lights inside little cardboard boats, used to carry prayers onto the sacred waters. They sprinkled marigolds around the flames and pushed them gently into the current.
Morgan put her hands together in the prayer pos
