The Faded Portrait

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Chapter One The light in the office was the color of old tea, flat and stagnant, pooling on the forms stacked in triplicate. I stood before the commandant’s desk, the cracked porcelain mask cold against my chest, whispering that I had not run. It was a small thing, no bigger than a fist, but it held the voice of my sister, Nadya, who had died in the winter of 1948, and its whisper was the only...

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