The Wistful Skyline
Chapter One The heat in Kragujevac did not break; it settled, a physical weight on the chest that made the air taste of iron and old dust. Vesna Petrovic stood by the rusted gate of the municipal yard, watching the white sedan’s taillights fade into the haze of the afternoon. Marko had not looked back. He never did. He drove with the smooth confidence of a man who knew the roads were paved with...
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