The Faded Masquerade

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Act I You would remember the weight of the air before you ever remembered the smell of the ozone, that heavy, metallic pressure that sat on the chest like a stone left there by a careless hand. It was 1912 in Bombay, a city of four-story chawls and last streetcar suburbs, where the ice was returning in unseasonal waves that froze the gutters by noon. Shobha Mukherjee, a clerk of thirty years,...

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