The Distant Summer

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"Sign here, and here, and do not think about the fine print," Volkov said, sliding the document across the counter with a gesture that felt more like a shove than an offer. I signed. The ink was wet, black, and smelled of iron, a scent that clung to my fingers long after I had wiped them on my apron. It was the first week of February in the Siberian settlement, and the cold had already settled...

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