The Wistful Crossroads
Chapter One Galina Vinogradov remembered the taste of iron long before she remembered the name of the man who had put it there, a fact that anchored her in the suffocating dark of the sealed interrogation room where the concrete walls pressed against her lungs with the weight of a burial shroud. She stood in the center of the floor, her boots planted firmly on the cold tile, clutching her...
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