The Distant Ghost
Chapter One Nikos Argyros sat on the bench at the dock, his knees aching with a dull, persistent heat that had nothing to do with the cold, and he watched the tide pull back from the sand to reveal the dark, slick mud of the dunes. It was the off-season on the island, and the air was heavy with wet wool and salt, a heaviness that settled in the lungs and made every breath feel like a small...
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