The Wistful Ashes
Act I "Put the shovel down, Padma. The Bureau has orders." The voice belonged to Major Khanna, a man whose face had been worn smooth by the same winds that had stripped the bark from the teak trees lining the perimeter road. Padma Banerjee did not move his hand from the rusted iron of the gate. The metal was cold, a weight that seeped into his palm and settled in the wrist, a familiar ache that...
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