Friday, August 18, 2017

The Pickled Blend

Chapter 1: Under a Cloud of Fear. I shall never forget the April morning in ninety-six that I awoke with a start, in my bedroom in the bachelor quarters in Bei Ka Street that I shared with U Sha Lok, to find him, fully dressed, standing over my bed...

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Chapter 2: The Madness Descends

"Pray proceed with your narrative. I am all attention,” said U Sha Lok, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers together on his chest...

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Chapter 3: A Ghastly and Mysterious Death

"My sister’s next words,” said our client, “sent a chill of horror down my spine. She said, ‘Tell me, Chit, have you ever heard anyone whistle in the dead of the night?’

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Chapter 4: An Unexpected Intrusion

“‘The blend! The pickled blend!’ corrected our client, adopting the same spine-chilling whisper as before. “It is, U Sha Lok, though what the tea-leaves could have to do with her death, Heaven alone can say...”

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Chapter 5: Mystery in the Death Chamber

Alighting at Bago Station, we took a local conveyance to the house of U Kappa Cha, which was evidently well known to local cab drivers because of the fearsome reputation of its owner. It was an old and rambling place with two wings, one of them entirely in disrepair...

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Chapter 6: A Gripping Denouement

Even when I heard it, I did not understand it at first for what it was. The low, sibilant hiss came from the opening in the wall...

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