The Distant Threshold

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The question that hung in the damp air of the shop was simple: what does it cost to be whole? Nitin Rao stood behind the counter, his hands wrapped in bandages that wept a thin, dark fluid. It was February in Bangalore, the wet snow from the hills above too heavy for the lines, turning the streets into a slurry of mud and reed. The radiator in the corner knocked, a rhythmic, metallic thud that...

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