The Golden Echoes
Chapter One The parish of Kivijärvi stretched out under a sky so thin it felt scraped clean, the lake ice groaning as the permafrost slumped toward the water’s edge. It was a place of numbered beds in the missionary dormitory and the smell of wet wool drying over slow fires, where the mail coach rattled past the tavern with its license revoked and its keeper, Jalmari Hamalainen, standing by the...
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