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... cember air in Calcutta felt thick with coal smoke from cooking fires. Four days had passed since Christmas, and the city’s narrow streets were quieter but never empty. People moved through the winding lanes as darkness fell.
Street lamps flickered to life, casting weak yellow circles that barely pushed back the shadows.
The old Humber sedan crawled through evening traffic. Its engine coughed and wheezed as the headlights cut through the gloom. In the backseat, Mother Teresa sat w ...
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