The Distant Crown
Act I The humidity in Thessaloniki did not just exist; it pressed against the skin like a wet hand that refused to let go. Vangelis Zafeiriou sat in the basement archive of the municipal library, the air heavy with decaying paper and the metallic tang of the heating pipes that had burst three days ago. He was thirty-two years old, a junior archivist with a furlough notice taped to his locker,...
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