The Wistful Voyage
Chapter One Nirmala Patel looked back at the silence that had settled over the temple granary, a quiet so deep it seemed to press against her eardrums, knowing that the sound of the tobacco cutter’s guillotine blade would soon shatter the stillness of the morning. She remembered the weight of the seal box in her palm, the metal cold and empty where the seal should have been, and how the wind...
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