The man closest to me was on the brink of death, with festering stumps for limbs. His features were gnawed away by leprosy, and his watery eyes devoid of life.
He was just one of many lepers awaiting treatment outside a clinic run by the Missionary Brothers of Charity on the outskirts of Calcutta....
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