The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One On this island, the debt collector’s hand is the only thing that does not lie. Nikos Ioannidis left the village on the last day of the ice storm, the elms felled and splintered across the road like broken bones. He carried a withered olive branch in his left pocket, its bark dry and brittle as old skin. The branch was the only uncanny thing he owned, a tool of his trade as a dyer...

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