The Golden Scar
Chapter One Gheorghe Harutyunyan had not slept in two days, a fact that made his hands shake with a tremor so fine it was barely visible until he tried to lift the heavy iron key from his pocket. The Iron Ministry archives smelled of wet wool and heated metal, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad penny. He stood before the filing cabinet, the one marked with the red tape of...
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