The Wistful Saga
Act I The port of Kithira moved with the heavy, rhythmic labor of men hauling crates of olives and coal, the air heavy with brine and diesel, a landscape of scrubland thorn and wire where the occupation had left its invisible scars on every face. Dimitra Alexiou stood at the edge of the reclaim dome, a structure of printed streets and corrugated iron that served as the local courthouse lobby,...
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