The Faded Quadrant

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Anahit Hovhannisyan struck the gavel, the sound cracking through the damp air of the mail coach like a bone breaking. The wheels groaned against the gravel of the Balkan coast, a desert of ancient irrigation channels where the water had long since dried up, leaving only the white scars of silt. She was a pawnbroker’s runner, a job that required the steady hand of a surgeon and the cold heart of...

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