Stefania Chlouveraki, the project leader, stands at a long sorting table. She turns the colored fragments over and over in her fingertips. She fits each one into its place: a magnificent tableau of lions, crosses, pomegranate trees.
You must hand your assigned work into my pidge at Nuffield by 5pm the Thursday before. Don’t be late.
[O]f a sudden the trees began to thin and the sward to spread out onto a broad, green lawn, where five cows lay in the sunshine and droves of black swine wandered unchecked.
And the moonlight on the Church seemed to shift and quiver—some pigeons perhaps had been disturbed up there.
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