Chapter 1 · free to read
Kumartuli. The tenth night of the festival. The night the goddesses are supposed to go home to the river.
Nine had been the number for nine nights. Somebody had changed the arithmetic and wanted it seen.
Hibiscus paste. The offering flower of Kali. Pressed by a right hand — the sculptor's hand.
Clay and skin at the same height, lit by the same lamp, and the same mark above the same eye.
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