The Distant Promise
Jelena Beridze had always believed that weight was a moral currency, that the heavier one stood, the more one owed the world its balance. She remembered the specific gravity of the moment she first realized the ledger was wrong, a sensation like a stone dropped into a dry well. The Duke’s court in Budapest was a place of soot and steam, a industrial palace where the air tasted of iron filings...
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