The Golden Master
The backwaters of Kerala did not sleep; they waited, a vast, dark mirror reflecting the stars and the debt. In the guild town of Alappuzha, where the air hung heavy with the scent of wet earth and old secrets, every household owed the temple granary a tithe of labor or grain. Vijay Mehta, forty-five years old and trembling with the specific exhaustion of a man who has been pretending to be...
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