The Wistful Skyline

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The salt weighed forty-two pounds in the burlap sack, a burden that dragged at Amit Mehta’s shoulders as he stepped onto the rotting planks of the bridge. His hands gripped the rail, knuckles white against the wet wood, while the wind from the backwaters whipped his hair into his eyes. He was thirty-two, a salt trader in a kingdom of terraces where the rent to the temple granary was due before...

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