The Wistful Dinner

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Chapter One Vazgen Stancev had not slept in three days, and the grey light of the seventh morning after the rain did little to ease the ache in his jaw. He stood at the edge of the flood plains, where the mud was thick as porridge and the air smelled of wet wool and old iron. The High Council’s decree was pinned to his breast pocket, a small rectangle of paper that weighed more than his rifle....

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