The Faded Masquerade

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The applause in the Thessaloniki refugee quarter never truly stopped, it just changed pitch, settling into a low, grinding hum that vibrated through the soles of Panagiotis Papadakis’s boots. He stood in the center of the sealed atrium of the old opera house, the air heavy with damp plaster and the metallic tang of old blood, his heart hammering against his ribs in a rhythm that matched the...

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