06 The Indiamans Gambit 20260605
The Indiaman's Gambit Calcutta in 1843 smelled of monsoon rain and opium smoke and something else—something that Arthur Pemberton could not identify but recognized as the smell of empire. It was the scent of power exerted at a distance, of a government that sat in a damp room in the Company's records office and decided the fate of millions of people who would never know its name. Arthur was...
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