The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Sarala D’Souza was thirty-two years old and owed four hundred rupees to the bank, a fact that made the iron band around my forehead feel less like a crown and more like a clamp on a leaking pipe. The retraining center in the canal colonies smelled of wet plaster and old grass, the kind of dry, brittle scent that clings to your clothes when the heat shimmer on the road turns the asphalt into a...

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