Whispers In The Pigment
The Crimson Canvas The fog, a perpetual shroud over Veridia, clung to the cobblestones like a damp, melancholic spirit. It was 1928, and the ancient Eastern European city breathed a heavy, coal-laced sigh. Inspector Viktor Volkov, a man whose sharp mind was often obscured by his own profound weariness, received the call with a sigh. […]