The Distant Summer
Did the river know what it was carrying before the water turned black? Nirmala Joshi stood at the edge of the quarry lake, the water level low enough to expose the rusted iron fence that had not been repaired in a decade. The afternoon thunder rolled in from the west, a physical weight that pressed against her eardrums, and the washboard rhythm from the neighbor’s hut next door kept a steady,...
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