The Faded Chronicle

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The valley floor held its breath under the ice, a white sheet stretched tight over the river’s pulse. In the town of Kars, the air smelled of coal smoke and damp wool, a thick gray fog that clung to the stone walls of the old bazaar. Anca Sargsyan stood behind his counter, the bone comb with its missing teeth resting in his palm, the cold of the room seeping into his knuckles. He was forty...

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