The Wistful Asylum
Act I "You’re going to sell the workshop, Panagiotis, aren’t you? The council won’t wait for your pride." Kostas did not look at me when he spoke; he was scrubbing a grease stain from his forearm with a rag that had been gray for so long it had become white, his eyes fixed on the linoleum floor of the repair bay where the humidity from the permafrost slumps outside had begun to seep through the...
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