The Faded Chronicle
Act I The interior of Cyprus in January was a landscape of white silence, the alpine pastures under a temporary snow that trapped the heat of the earth below, while the temple granaries stood empty, their ledgers bleeding credit into the hands of merchants who bought grain at triple the price. In the signal box at the edge of the orchards, where the levers of the old telegraph system clicked...
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