The brass lamp of Mahim creek

For forty years, old Vinayak has combed the murky, sulfur-choked waters of Mahim Creek for discarded scrap metal. But when his bamboo pole strikes an unnaturally heavy, sealed brass lamp buried deep beneath the mangrove roots, he unearths more than just forgotten copper. Locked tight with decades-old bitumen and sealed with child's teeth, the ancient vessel holds a dry, hungry entity that feeds on blood and salt. As a deadly coldness creeps through his veins and shadows begin to twist across his mud-house walls, Vinayak realizes that some things were buried in the silt for a reason—and that the tide always brings the dark back to shore.