s.story 3: The Quiet Simmer

the quiet simmer 1. The rain had arrived, as it always did in the monsoon, with no warning but the thickening of the air. It was late, and the city of Dhaka held its breath, suspended in the heavy humidity, before the first drop struck the windows. Rayhan stood barefoot on the cool mosaic tiles …

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