The Pale Shadows
Act I Gayane Stancev looked back from the sterile white of the hospital bed to the damp, coal-scented archives of the St. Petersburg Botanical Institute, a memory so sharp it felt like a physical wound reopening in her chest, and she knew with the cold certainty of a taxonomist that she had already lost the war before the first shot was fired. The year was 1913, and the air in the archive room...
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