The Faded Portrait
Chapter One Anita Rao stood before the magistrate’s office, her father’s stolen land deed clutched in a hand that trembled not from cold but from the sheer, grinding weight of the paper. The year was 1912, though the soot-choked air made the date feel like a rumor, a ghost of a time when the jute mills still ran with the rhythm of honest labor. The building itself seemed to lean against the...
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