The Wistful Dinner

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The island breathed in and out with the tide, a wadi of green and grey stone that flooded without warning, where the lorry on the coastal road reversed endlessly, its beep a rhythmic, sickening pulse that underscored the work of the morning. In the small shop on seventy-one of the Rope Walk, the air smelled of clippers and stale coffee, and Joana Carvalho, twelve years old but carrying the...

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