The Wistful Cipher

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My hands were shaking as I tightened the knot on the rope, the rough hemp biting into skin already raw from the sirocco that had scouring the Cypriot interior for three days. The air tasted of dust and decay, a thick, physical weight that settled in the lungs of every man and woman in the canal town, turning the usual rhythm of work into a slow, grinding labor. I am Nikos Alexiou, a detective...

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