The Distant Journey

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The salt pans of the interior stretched like hammered mirrors under the low sun, reflecting a sky so pale it seemed to have no ceiling. In the shadow of the last gas station on the road out of town, Giorgos Makris stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the queue of farmers stretch toward the horizon. He was forty-two, a mason whose hands were cracked and dry, and he had come to sell the...

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