The Wistful Crossroads

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Act I The ferry crossing at the mouth of the Kouris was a place of rusted iron and salt air, where the cooperative’s ledger books were counted against the rising tide and the men argued over the price of charcoal. Sofia Fotopoulos stood at the railing, her hands white-knuckled against the cold metal, watching the water churn beneath the hull. She was thirty-two, an archivist by trade, but in...

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