The Distant Journey

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Chapter One The jasmine smelled of wet stone and old pennies before it touched the floorboards. Mirsada Adamyan stood in the center of the kitchen, her shift from the mall security post still tight against her shoulders, and counted the cracks. One. Two. Three. The floor was oak, old and hard, but the wood had buckled upward in a slow, deliberate arc. A single stem of night-blooming jasmine,...

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