The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The terraced hills of the Cypriot interior rolled in grey waves, scarred by landslides that exposed the white bone of the earth. Below them, the city of Larnaca churned with the black breath of industry, its smokestacks punching holes in the low, heavy sky. I walked through this haze, a master smith of thirty-two, carrying the weight of a blade I had not yet finished. My name, Giorgos...

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