Chapter 7 · free to read
A rumour needs no legs. In a camp of thirty men it travels on breath alone.
He had been called wild. Crude. Unteachable. Never bought.
Balwant had put out fires like this for thirty years. He had never had to do it inside the fire.
The selection board did not ask questions. It confirmed things it had already decided.
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