The Distant Garden

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Chapter One “You are bleeding, Kostas, and it is not the wine that is red.” The voice belonged to Stavros Kallias, whose suit cost more than the rent on the entire village of Paphos, and who sat at the head of the long oak table in the Fotopoulos estate, picking at a grape with the disdain of a man inspecting a rotten apple. Kostas wiped his mouth with a linen napkin, the fabric stiff and white...

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