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Act I The Mongol postal roads ran straight through the Balkan coast, a line of dust and iron that cut across the drowned villages where the water still lapped at the cellar doors. The town of Smederevo woke under the greenish light of a coming hailstorm, the air tight with the smell of wet wool and rotting kelp. At the edge of the pleasure quarter, near the curfew bell, the Harutyunyan estate...
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