The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The port of Kavala hummed with the low, industrial thrum of the blockade, a city of wet stone and stranded hulls where the air tasted perpetually of brine and burning whale oil. In the glassblower’s workshop near the mill race, Tigran Karapetyan, thirty-four, stood before the cooling furnace, his lungs aching with the fine dust of silica that had settled into his alveoli over twenty years of...

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