The Faded Frequency

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"You’re late again," the administrator said, not looking up from his ledger. "The rice is cold." Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‍‌‍‌⁠‍‌⁠⁠‍‍‍‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌‍⁠‌‍‍‍‍‍⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‍‌‌‍‍ Deepak Fernandes, twelve years old, stood in the waiting room of the St. Jude’s Clinic, clutching a tin of basmati that had turned to grey powder in his hands. The air smelled of antiseptic and wet wool. He had come to...

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