The Pale Shadows
Chapter One "Entry 402: Stone, red sand, cracked. Cost: twelve rupees." The ink on the ledger was still wet when I read it, a dark smear against the yellowed paper. It smelled of damp earth and old sweat, a scent that clung to the back room of the quarantine hut where the accounts were kept. I was thirty-two years old, and I had been Sanjay Mehta, the plantation bookkeeper, for five years. My...
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