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The Lontara Legacy
The air in the room was thick with the scent of clove oil and grief. Outside, the 11 o'clock cacophony of Makassar the whine of motorbikes, the distant call from a mosque, the ever-present rhythm of the port felt a world away. Inside, there was only the slow, rhythmic breath of his grandmother.
Arya sat by the bedside, his hand holding hers. Her skin was a map of ninety years lived under the Sulawesi sun. "Arya," she whispered, "you were always the one who loved the old stories. The historian."
She guided his hand to a small, lacquered wooden box. "Your grandfather... he left something. For the one who would understand."
Inside, nestled on faded velvet, was a small book bound in dark, cracked leather. The clasp was a tarnished brass phinisi ship. On the cover, embossed in the elegant Lontara script, was the word: Somba. Sovereignty.
"Nenek, what is this?" he breathed.
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