The Faded Paradox
Act I Vesna Beridze counted the sixty-three of the Tannery Steps before she reached the top, a habit born of the damp that swelled every door in the border town until they groaned against their frames. She was a border warden, a title that meant little in a place where the line between friend and foe was drawn in mud and debt, but it gave her the authority to carry a rifle and the obligation to...
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