The Wistful Crossroads

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Three days before the water took the floor, Stavros Christodoulou sat in the empty chair by the window, watching the sludge pool in the center of the actuary room thicken. He was thirty-four, unpaid for a season, and the last practitioner of his trade in this crumbling island firm. The office smelled of burnt sugar and old paper, a scent that clung to the lungs like wet wool. He needed to...

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