The Golden Ritual
Act I "You’re counting the seconds again, aren’t you?" Dr. Nair asked, his voice flat, stripped of the usual clinical warmth that had sustained Anil Mehta for the last six months of his lease. Anil did not answer. He sat in the back of the driving-school car, the one he owned but could no longer afford to run, his hands resting on the worn vinyl seat. The palsy had started in the right index...
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