The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The water in the municipal archive did not smell of rot, but of iron and wet chalk, a cold dampness that seeped into the joints of those who worked within its stone walls. Dimitris Dimitriou stood before the central desk, his fingers hovering over the spine of the 1998 municipal ledger, the paper so saturated with humidity that it felt like touching skin that had already begun to bruise. He was...

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