Diptayan Chakraborty 1 Dawn had only just begun to stir over the ancient lanes of Kalighat, where the smell of incense curled lazily around moss-stained walls and the rhythmic clang of temple bells blended with the cawing of crows perched like sentinels on crumbling terraces. Yet the sacred calm was shattered when a ghastly discovery emerged by the eastern steps of the Kalighat temple—a young woman’s lifeless body laid out as if in offering, her limbs arranged with eerie deliberation, fresh blood pooling around ritual markings that even the old flower sellers couldn’t recognize. Inspector Arindam Chatterjee arrived at the…