The Governor's Return: Post-Colonial Gothic Variant
He woke sixteen years old and knew, before the calypso reached his ears, that he was back. The tropical sun was blazing through the window of the mission school dormitory, hot and white and uncompromising, the kind of sun that turned the Caribbean sea into a sheet of hammered silver and made the air above the valley shimmer with heat. Cassian lay on the narrow bed and listened to the calypso...
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