The Golden Circuit
Chapter One The auction of the fishing fleet had emptied the harbor square, leaving only the smell of wet hemp and the distant clatter of the shrine’s scaffolding being dismantled for the night. In the basement of the records office, where the air tasted of damp limestone and old paper, Eleni Papadakis sat before a desk that held the weight of the 1998 flood logs. She was thirty-four, a senior...
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