The Wistful Show
Chapter One Sofia Zafeiriou’s fingers were already stained with slip when the dream broke. She was halfway through smoothing the clay rim of a well-digger’s trowel, the tool she used to dowsing by rumor, when the ash settled on her knuckles. In the dream, her husband Nikos did not scream. He simply dissolved, his features turning to grey powder that drifted into the rafters of their small house...
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