The Distant Threshold

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The ink on the ledger page was wet. It smelled of brine and old salt, a sharp, metallic tang that cut through the dry dust of the spice shop. Lakshmi Pillai stared at the blot, the dark stain spreading slowly across the paper like a bruise forming under skin. She had not touched it. Her fingers were dry, cracked from years of handling dried chilies and cardamom pods. The shop was silent, save...

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