The Faded River
Chapter One "Quota: 400 skeins. Penalty: Life. — Overseer." The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a dark smear against the rough parchment, and Nune Gelashvili stared at the number until it blurred in the damp heat of the customs shed, where the air hung heavy with the smell of mildewed wool and the salt tang of the mangrove shore outside. He was thirty-four years old, a wool grader who had...
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