The Wistful Mirror

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Act I Nitin Chatterjee was forty-five years old, and the smell of ozone from the reclamation yard had settled into the lining of his lungs like rust. He stood in the queue for the shift change, his uniform pressed but fraying at the cuffs, watching the hand-cranked flashlight in the clerk’s hand spin its beam across the wet concrete. The light was steady, a small, defiant circle in the grey...

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