The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The smoke season had turned the air into a thick, gray paste that clung to the skin. Shobha Khan stood at the threshold of the ancestral home, her fingers white-knuckled around the iron gate. The house sat in the middle of the shrinking salt flats, a square of dark brick against the pale, drying earth. It was a place of closed rooms and locked doors, a structure that felt less like a building...

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