The Distant Legend
Agnieszka’s hands were black with grease when she woke, the taste of iron and ash coating her tongue like a blackberry tart she had never eaten but remembered perfectly. She was thirty-two, a junior archivist in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the audit was three days away. Her predecessor had been fired for an "error" in the reclamation ledgers, a mistake that would cost the Ministry its...
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