Mystical novel "THE TREASURES OF HALKIDIKI". Author Ksenia Yarovaya

Chapter 12. Maria

Chapter 12. Maria

  Leonidas knocked on the door. "Nona, we're here!" he called out loudly. "Nonaaa!" he called again, a little louder this time, with gentle insistence. No one answered. The house remained quiet. He...

Chapter 12. Maria

  Leonidas knocked on the door. "Nona, we're here!" he called out loudly. "Nonaaa!" he called again, a little louder this time, with gentle insistence. No one answered. The house remained quiet. He...

Chapter 11. Village market

Chapter 11. Village market

   It seemed that each new day revealed some miracle to me. And I kept asking myself, Could anyone ever grow accustomed to this? But the answer was obvious. It felt...

Chapter 11. Village market

   It seemed that each new day revealed some miracle to me. And I kept asking myself, Could anyone ever grow accustomed to this? But the answer was obvious. It felt...

Chapter 10. Revelation

Chapter 10. Revelation

  Lying in bed longer than usual, I looked out the half-open window: soft light penetrated the room through the morning silence, still carrying the breath of night. But my...

Chapter 10. Revelation

  Lying in bed longer than usual, I looked out the half-open window: soft light penetrated the room through the morning silence, still carrying the breath of night. But my...

Chapter 9. Mysteries of the night

Chapter 9. Mysteries of the night

   The bar was crowded. The sun, which had just set below the horizon, left a honey-colored trail on the bar's facade, and the lights on the support columns of...

Chapter 9. Mysteries of the night

   The bar was crowded. The sun, which had just set below the horizon, left a honey-colored trail on the bar's facade, and the lights on the support columns of...

Chapter 8. Observer

Chapter 8. Observer

  A warm aroma filled the house. I was pouring freshly brewed coffee into a mug when suddenly a barely audible sound entered my consciousness. It was the ringing of...

Chapter 8. Observer

  A warm aroma filled the house. I was pouring freshly brewed coffee into a mug when suddenly a barely audible sound entered my consciousness. It was the ringing of...

Chapter 7. Academy

Chapter 7. Academy

  I spent a few days working on a painting. It was commissioned by a local ambassador. The painting was to depict a Greek seascape in the splendour of a...

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Chapter 7. Academy

  I spent a few days working on a painting. It was commissioned by a local ambassador. The painting was to depict a Greek seascape in the splendour of a...

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