The greed of men.
Inside, there was no idol. No altar. Only a stone staircase that spiraled down into absolute black, the steps slick with a wetness that was not water. Tumbbad Movie
The screaming from inside lasted only a second. Then silence. The greed of men
One year, his son was too slow. Hastar’s hand, now the size of a man’s torso, closed around the boy’s ankle. The boy screamed. Vinayak did not reach for his son. He reached for the coins spilling from the boy’s fallen sack. The greed of men. Inside
“Coins,” Vinayak whispered, his voice a dry rattle.
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