The Faded Guest
Act I Lakshmi Banerjee climbed the slick stone steps with the heavy wooden box strapped to her back, her hands raw from the rope that had held it in place during the long journey from the backwaters. The light before the hailstorm was greenish and hard, turning the white walls of the palace into the color of old bone, and she could feel the vibration of the flag rope against the pole as it...
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