The Distant Garden

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Chapter One The village moved with the sluggish, heavy grace of a tide that had forgotten how to retreat, the air heavy with dried sage and the metallic tang of the cash registers that clattered in the market square like the teeth of anxious horses. I am Kostas Zafeiriou, a bonded scribe of forty-two years, and I stood before the cracked glass in my office at one hundred and twenty-six of...

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