The Pale Banner
Chapter One "You cannot leave it in the damp, Meena," the voice from the doorway said, though the man himself remained a silhouette against the grey afternoon light of the chawl corridor. Meena Siddiqui did not look up from the banner she held, her fingers trembling against the pale weave that seemed to burn against her skin with a cold, persistent heat. She was thirty-two years old, an...
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