The Golden Mirror
"Put the seal back in the jar, Ivan. The capital is watching the grain stores, not your grief." I set the heavy clay lid on the table. The grain jar, its seal still intact, sat there like a stone in the middle of the room. I am the inspector for the border patrol, a job that requires a steady hand and a steady stomach, but my hands have been shaking since the morning my father died in the...
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