The Distant Affair
Gayane Beridze remembered the weight of the jade seal long after the ink had dried on her fingers, a heavy, cold stone that sat in the pocket of a coat she had not worn in years. It was a relic of her father’s trade, a ferryman who had kept the only boat across the tea-colored water of the cypress swamp, a man who had died owing a fine that could only be paid in labor. Now, in the damp...
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