The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

Chapter One Rajesh Rao owned a debt of forty thousand rupees and a mouth that tasted of iron, a fact as plain as the mud on his boots. He stood in the ferry queue in the rain, the water slicking the hull of the smaller boat that cut through the grey, fire-scarred expanse of the backwaters. The smell of wet pine and rotting peat hit him before he saw the loom room upstairs, a place where the air...

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