The Wistful Mountain

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Vimala Khan did not remember the sound of her own name. I The dust was black, not the grey of coal, but a dense, oily residue that smelled of burnt copper and old pennies. It filled the backwater canal, choked the shipbreaker’s beach where the hulls lay rotting in the mud, and settled on the windows of the requisitioned barracks like a second skin. In the small office above the tide line, the...

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