The Wistful Witness

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The sea did not care for the solstice, nor did the fog that swallowed the port. Ivana Sargsyan, master stonemason, stood in the damp cold of the caravanserai, her hands wrapped in wool, watching the water vanish into a grey wall of mist. She was forty years old, and the weight of her sister’s unfinished chapel pressed against her sternum like a stone she could not swallow. The guild master,...

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