The Distant Threshold
Chapter One "Entry 402: Shift ended. No incident. Weather: Humidity 90%." The ink was still wet on the ledger page when the cold pressed against Lakshmi Menon’s spine, a physical weight that had nothing to do with the damp air of the steamer deck. She stood near the railing, her eyes fixed on the jute mill looming on the riverbank, a structure of rusted iron and rotting timber that seemed to...
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