The Faded Paradox
I The parish of Kaukoviitta was not a place of peace, but of work, where the ice on the river cracked with the sound of breaking bone and the men hauled nets that weighed more than their souls. Kauko Laine sat in the shadow of the tax office, the seal box on his desk empty where the official mark should have been, his fingers numb from the cold that seeped through the floorboards. He dreamed of...
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