The Distant Whispers

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Anca Petrosyan stood before the rusted gate of the old textile mill, her hand trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the eviction notice she had signed in the bank branch that morning, a document that smelled of ink and finality. The town of Sighișoara lay behind her, a sprawl of brick and shadow where the heat shimmered off the asphalt, but here, in the shadow of the mill, the air...

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