The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Act I The fog in the backwaters did not roll in; it seeped up from the mud like a slow, grey tide. Kavita Sengupta walked the one hundred and twenty-six of the Tannery Steps, her boots sinking into the silt, clutching a map that felt heavy as a stone. The lighthouse keeper’s hut was dark, the kerosene long since gone, and the night stretched out before her, long and indifferent. She was thirty...

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