The Pale Altar
Chapter One Jelena Harutyunyan had not slept since the train crossed the border, and now, standing in the courtyard of the estate, she watched the smoke rise from the chimney with a clarity that felt like a blade pressed against her throat. She remembered the magistrate’s office, the way the air had tasted of stale coffee and old paper, and the way her name had been spoken by a clerk whose...
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