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In the red-dust town of Kirandul, where the iron ore mines of the NMDC dictated the rhythm of life, two young men sat under the shade of a mahua tree. They didn't know each other’s names yet, but they knew each other’s hopes.

Beerendra found his first: . A quiet exhale. A small smile.Minutes later, Mahendra shouted a victory cry: 496893 . 467577_496893

When the List of Eligible Candidates was finally posted on the notice board, the crowd surged forward. In the sea of thousands, their eyes searched for those specific digits. In the red-dust town of Kirandul, where the