The Wistful Silence

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The dream came first, as it always did. A white crane stood in the royal courtyard, its shadow sharp against the stone. Slobodan Grigoryan woke with the taste of peat in his mouth, the air in the room thick with the damp rot of the upland bog outside. He was thirty-two, and his hands shook as he reached for the bronze mirror on the shelf, polishing it to a dull, dutiful shine. He needed the...

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