The Faded Guest
Chapter One Who was the stranger standing in the doorway of the mill office, casting a shadow that did not move with the light? Katya Vinogradov stood on the threshold, her hands stiff with the cold that seeped through the soles of her boots. The air in the room smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of the new looms. Director Volkov did not look up from his ledger. His pen stopped, a small,...
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