Rushing home along UDO Street, she gave up her seat on the bus to an elderly woman. But as soon as icy fingers grasped her wrist…
The road home stretched out like an old film reel stuck in a projector—slowly, with crackling sounds, with the feeling that every kilometer demanded something new from her: trembling fingers, pain in her chest, tears she did not allow herself to shed. Svetlana was rushing along UDO Street—a street that led to the past, to […]
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