The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One Dinesh Fernandes wiped the filth from his fingernails with a rag that smelled of wet dog and rust. The chawls of Mumbai, terraced into the fog like tea hills, leaned inward as if listening to a secret. He was the municipal rat catcher, a job that paid in coins and silence, but today the silence had a weight. It was the weight of the tax boat, which had arrived early, its hull...

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