I Dimosiografos Xristina Rousaki Kai Oi Dio Voskoi Sirina -

Dimitris laughed. It was a dry sound, like stones rattling in a can. “The journalists always ask about Sirina. Not about the wool prices. Not about the wolves. About the ghost that sings.”

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Christina sat on that rock until dawn. When the sun finally bled over the mountains, she saw Theodoros standing at the edge of the cliffs, watching her. He didn’t wave. He just turned and walked back to the mitato . Dimitris laughed