Ritam Sen The Body by the Ghat The tram squealed as it curved past the Kalighat temple gates, the clattering wheels echoing through the alleyways still soaked from last night’s drizzle. The city was stirring — morning prayers floated out from open windows, chai stalls hissed to life, and vendors set up shop like they had every day for years. Kolkata, in its timeless rhythm, was waking up. Inspector Arjun Dutta was halfway through his first cup of tea when the call came. The voice on the other end, a young constable posted at the Kalighat beat, was unusually tense.…
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Vivek Kumar Chapter 1: Shadows Over Mountabu The morning fog curled through the narrow streets of Mountabu like a living thing, thick and heavy, hiding the tall pine trees and crooked rooftops of the sleepy hill town. The sun hadn’t quite broken through the clouds, and the chill in the air carried the scent of damp earth, moss, and something… strange. A scream shattered the silence. People rushed toward the trail behind Hazelwood Inn, a quiet resort at the edge of the forest. Locals had often warned tourists not to venture too far in the mornings—mist played tricks on the…