The Distant Blade
Chapter One “Again,” Aram said, not looking up from the screen. “The bride is crying. Cut the angle. We need the light on her face, not the dust on the floor.” Vladimir Petrovic adjusted the lens, his fingers numb from the cold that had settled into the office above the fish processing plant. The air was heavy with brine and ozone, a physical weight that pressed against his eardrums. Below...
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