The Distant Journey
Chapter One Zoran Popescu knew the weight of a sealed envelope before he opened it, a heaviness that told him of grief or debt, and he had learned to carry that weight without complaint. He stood in the mailroom of the Imperial Postal Office, the air heavy with damp paper and the low, constant hum of the heating pipes, a sound that vibrated in his molars. It was Christmas Eve, and the year had...
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