The Faded Dust
Chapter One Georgi Karapetyan had not slept in three days, and the silence of the ancestral hall was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against his sternum, a pressure that had nothing to do with the wind drying the fruit in the yard outside. He sat on the cold stone floor, his hands trembling around the shattered jade pendant, the fragments cutting into his palm where the skin...
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