The Golden Farce
Chapter One Who else in the backwaters of Alleppey remembers the taste of iron? Anita Patel asked the question aloud, her voice roughened by the wet air, as she pinned the smuggler against the damp brick of the ancestral courtyard. The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the black soil of the plain into a slurry that sucked at their boots, and the smell of mud mixed with the sharp,...
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