The Distant Nightmare
Could a house be saved by the act of destroying it? Kavita Nair stood in the center of the reception hall, the air heavy with marigolds and expensive perfume, and waited for the silence to break. She was forty-two, a woman who had spent her life filing the teeth of saws in the mill, smoothing the jagged edges of raw wood until they bit clean, and now she faced the final cut. The hall was a...
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