The Fall of the House
(V-11: Grand Narrative) The winter of 1898 descended upon St. Petersburg not as a season, but as a sentence. The Neva River had frozen into a slab of jagged obsidian, and the city, wrapped in a shroud of oppressive grey, felt like a clock that had finally run out of ticks. Pyotr Alexandrovich, the last scion of the House of Volkov, stood by the frosted window of his study, watching the distant...
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