She asked around the village. Old Mr. Perera at the bus stop scratched his chin and said, “Ah — Badu. My grandfather used to say it was a way to keep the town in rhythm. Like a bell.” The tea seller laughed and shrugged: “Badu was a man — or a mischief? People used to leave coins and numbers at the temple, they say.” None offered a clear answer.
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