The Faded Paradox
Chapter One The dust in the motel reading room had the weight of wet plaster, settling into the cracks of the linoleum where the damp from the Caucasus valley had finally breached the foundation. Ljubomir Hovhannisyan sat in the corner, the night manager’s uniform stiff with sweat, holding a glass vial that smelled of rust and old pennies, the same scent as the industrial pipes running beneath...
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