The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The port of Kotor was a place of salt-stiffened linen and the low, guttural cough of mules hauling crates of dried figs toward the customs house, where the air smelled of turpentine, old paper, and the damp, metallic tang of the Adriatic. Nune Jovanovic stood in the shadow of the granary’s high brick wall, his fingers working the frayed edge of a clay rattle he had found in the mud of the...

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