The Wistful Skyline

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The light in the corridor was thin, a pale sliver cutting through the dust of the salt smugglers’ cove, and it fell precisely on the wool of the coat that Gheorghe Karapetyan wore like a second skin. It was a heavy garment, the color of dried blood and old smoke, and it smelled of his father, a scent that had seeped into the fibers so deeply that no amount of scrubbing in the communal washrooms...

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