The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One Nikolai Orlov’s fingers dug into the wool, the fibers biting into his palms as he hauled the shawl over his mother’s shoulders. The fabric was heavy, damp with the cold seeping from the floorboards of the front room, a space kept for funerals that now held a sickbed. He needed to keep her warm, but the landlord’s son, Dmitri, stood by the door, counting silver rubles on the table....
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