Chapter 7 · free to read
At two in the morning, twelve years of patterns went up in ninety seconds.
The brigade wrote 'faulty wiring'. Meera had rewired that room herself. Twice.
Her mother's next three months of medicine cost rather more than pride did.
The inspector's first report said the wiring was sound. The one the police received said nothing of the kind.
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