The Faded Dust
Chapter One Nikos Nikolaidis, forty-five, stood in the rotting attic of his ancestral estate, hammering nails into the floorboards to seal the gap where the wind screamed. He wanted to finish the hidden repair before the winter storms arrived, but his hands trembled with a palsy that made the hammer slip, a physical betrayal of the body he had spent decades trying to conquer. The light was...
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