The Pale Tower
Chapter One The salt marshes of the backwater village lay silver and still under the ten-day drizzle, a vast, breathing expanse where the air itself felt heavy with the weight of pending harvests. In the narrow shop front that never quite opened its shutters fully, Usha Rao sat hunched over a desk, the dampness of the air seeping into the joints of her fingers as she ground ink with a rhythm...
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