The Golden Circuit

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The terraced hills of the Cypriot interior burned under a sun that whitened the stone, the kilns in the lower quarter puffing grey smoke into the stagnant air while the market’s tarp snapped and thrashed in the wind like a drying sail. Thanasis Chrysos, thirty-two, stood at the edge of the exchange, his hand trembling on the iron door, watching the Guild Master’s clerk stamp a denial onto his...

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