The room was quiet at that word. It was not a kind word, but it was used freely. But this time, everyone―even if they did not look over, even if they did not stop what they were doing―everyone went about their business like with feathered hands, not making a sound.
Darba stood silently exactly where he had been when he’d received the blow of the word. H…
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