The Distant Garden
Every courtyard in St. Petersburg holds a secret, but the one behind the Archivist’s office held a garden that bled. Vasily Kozlov stood at the threshold of his brother Nikolai’s estate, the rain striking the wet stones sideways, a physical weight against his shoulders that mirrored the bureaucratic pressure bearing down on his chest. He was forty-two, a man whose career had been a slow ascent...
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