The Wistful Silence
I, II, III "Entry 404: Tigran Minasyan, Scribe. Debt: 120 Lira. Status: Pending." The ink on the parchment was still wet when I read my own name, a black stain spreading like a bruise on the white skin of the paper. I stood in the telegraph office, the air thick with the ozone scent of wires and the low, buzzing hum of the city outside. The clerk did not look up; he was busy with a brass key,...
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