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“I hope you didn’t eat before coming here.” The Captain said with a look of irritation as if the blue district investigator was the sort to either make a mess or become a mess at the sight of blood and gristle. She motioned for the Kirana to follow her as she stepped over a small, dark wooden...

Old Village by Kingsley Calungcagin It was a gentle pitter patter of rain against the stonework just beyond the shelter of the tea house. Steam wafted up from the freshly poured cup of golden green brew. A syrupy confection there upon a plate beside the pot. Balls of gooey rice gum, colorful...