19.04.2026, 17:17
The Gray Zone, squeezed between rivers, occupying armies, and collapsed eras, met him with a low sky and a biting November mizzle. There were no red flags of the victors here, nor the tricolors of the Allies. This was a realm of twilight. A terminal-city, where the dust of a shattered empire settled, where people with borrowed papers sought people with borrowed names, moving cautiously, as if on thin ice
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