The Wistful Incense

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The mills of the Byculla district groaned under the weight of the monsoon, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated through the wet concrete and into the bones of everyone who lived within earshot. In the cramped, steam-filled rooms of the chawls, where the air hung heavy with the scent of damp wool and coal smoke, the clock in the wrong tower struck four, a discordant clang that seemed to snap the...

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