The Distant Blade
Chapter One “You’re late for the census, Shobha, and the snow is already in the gutters,” Ravi said, not looking up from the stack of index cards he was shuffling. He was a thin man, all elbows and ink stains, who moved through the union office with the frantic energy of a trapped bird, his fingers perpetually stained with the blue of the official stamps. Shobha Sengupta did not look up either;...
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