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Tea and Blood
Roshan Lama 1 The mist clung heavily to the slopes of Darjeeling that morning, veiling the tea gardens in a silvery pallor that made everything look otherworldly. The Caldwell bungalow stood aloof on its rise, a relic of colonial grandeur with its sloping roof and wide verandah, but something about its silence felt wrong. It…