The Distant Promise
Vazgen Beridze’s hands were deep in the grain of the oak, feeling for the split that had widened overnight, the chisel biting into the wood with a sound like a tooth breaking under pressure. He was thirty-four years old, a structural engineer of considerable renown in the valley, yet here he was, alone in the drafty upper gallery of the Beridze estate, trying to hold together a house that was...
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