The Distant Legend

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Act I Vimala Pillai remembered the weight of the silver circlet before she remembered the sound of the engines. It had been a heavy, cold thing, pressing into her brow like a winter stone, and she had worn it for the last three years of her service as the airlock maintenance chief in the jute mill town of Chinsurah. Now, standing on the muddy bank of the ferry crossing, she looked back toward...

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