The Golden Suspect
Act I Amit Gupta, a silversmith’s apprentice of thirty years, stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the temple complex, his fingers numb from the cold iron of the railing, while Magistrate Raghavan, the man to whom Amit had pledged his entire existence, stood under the eaves and smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes. The air in this Kerala backwater village was heavy with wet algae and...
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