The Distant Whispers

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Giorgos Samaras stood in the breakroom, the cold air from the open window biting at his neck, and asked Kostas a question that hung in the stale tobacco smoke like a wire. "Did you insult me?" Kostas did not look up from the ledger. He was a small man, precise in his movements, his fingers stained with ink and grease. He turned a page. The paper rustled, a dry sound in the quiet room. Outside,...

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