The Faded Root
Gopal Verma stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the municipal archive, his hands white-knuckled around a torn ledger page that listed his name as a deserter from the 1947 riots. The paper was slick with condensation, the ink running into brown rivers that blurred the date, but the name was clear, and the threat hanging in the air was clearer still. Inspector Rao watched from the doorway, his...
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