The Faded Portrait

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The light here does not bend; it strikes. It hits the slate of the Caucasus valleys and breaks, leaving no shadow for a man to hide in. I am Vladimir Grigoryan, forty-five years old, and I am the imperial salt official for this fortress colony. My duty is to measure the white grain that keeps the roads passable and the bodies preserved. The cost of this salt is not in denarii, but in the...

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