The Golden Oath
Chapter One The mill village stirred under the weight of a humidity that swollen every door frame and warped the linoleum in the kitchen. It was a place of one employer, a single mill that ground grain and ground men down equally, where the air tasted of wet reed and stale tobacco. Nune Harutyunyan stood on the porch of his ancestral home, watching his younger sister Liana load her suitcase...
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