The Distant Nightmare
Act I "You’re bleeding into the mortar, Sarala."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠‌‌⁠​‌‍‍‌​⁠​​‍‍‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠⁠‌‌‍⁠‍‌​‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‌​‍​⁠‌​‌‌‌⁠‌‍⁠⁠⁠‍ I wiped my hands on my sari, the fabric already dark with the red slurry of turmeric and blood, and looked up at Ravi, whose eyes were bright with a hunger that had nothing to do with the medicine we were preparing. The air in the backwater hut was thick, heavy with the...
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