The Pale Letter
You will burn it. Chapter One‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌‍⁠⁠​‍‍‍⁠⁠‌‍​‍​‍‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‍​‌‍⁠​‌‌‍​‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‌‍‍‍‍‌​⁠​‍⁠⁠​⁠‌‌⁠ I am Lakshmi Gupta, and I hold the key to the cellar that floods to the third step. The air in the archive is thin, a monthly subscription I pay for in hours of silence, while the sky above Calcutta promises rain and withholds it, the light measured in working hours, the hours slipping away...
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