The Wistful Asylum

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Chapter One The white sky hung over the Cypriot interior like a sheet of bleached linen, casting no shadow on the cracked earth of the irrigation channels. Down the road, the tenement blocks stood empty, their windows boarded against the wind that smelled of dry sage and old money. I was Rena Papathanasiou, twelve years old, sitting in the dark of the cellar while my father coughed upstairs, a...

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