The Distant Promise
Chapter One "Put the slate down, Anca, before you crack it on the stone again." Ilija’s voice was flat, stripped of any warmth that might have suggested concern. Anca Markovic stood at the edge of the Black Marsh, her boots sinking into the wet peat, holding the coroner’s slate she had wiped clean that morning. She was thirty-two, a field investigator for the Ministry of Antiquities, and her...
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