The Golden Harbor
Act I The water in the backwaters does not rise; it waits. I know this because I have spent twelve years counting the tides in the counting house, my scales balanced against the weight of the debt. I am Vijay Banerjee, a senior magistrate in the old court of Kalinga, and I have come to execute Kavi. The man stands in the dock, his wrists bound with rope that smells of wet rot, while the harbor...
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