The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One Dimitra Chrysos kept her hands steady while the world fell apart around her. The coal tipple at the end of the line groaned under the weight of the February false spring, a deceptive warmth that made the damp cold of the mine shaft feel more biting by comparison. She sat in the two chairs of the barber’s shop, the mirror cracked down the center, and stared at the ledger her master...
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