The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The salt pans held the sky in a way that made the horizon disappear, a flat, white expanse where the boundary between land and water was erased by the drying wind. Kavita Nair stood at the edge of the yard, her hands resting on the rail of the chariot maker’s bench, watching the light strip the color from the clay amulet in her pocket. She had come to the office of the dye-house overseer, a...

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