The Distant Affair
Chapter One The river at Cochin ran black with oil and the promise of war. Steamships groaned against the pilings, their hulls scraping the mud as the dockworkers hauled crates of rubber and tea toward the waiting barges. The air tasted of coal dust and sweat, a thick, gray blanket that settled on the tongue and stayed there. Meena Gupta stood at the edge of the pier, her hands shoved deep into...
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