The Wistful Saga
Chapter One Jelena Sargsyan had been driving the airport shuttle for three years, a fact that settled in her lower back with the dull, grinding weight of a stone in a shoe. The fog that season had turned the port into a useless smear of gray, forcing the last bus of the night to crawl through streets that smelled of wet wool and diesel. She checked the clock on the dashboard; it was fast by six...
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