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Several weeks of storms and angry autumnal weather followed Andreas’s departure for the mainland, but tonight the yacht Zephyro was swaying more gently again at its moorings in Chora port. The high Meltemi wind had blown itself out a couple of days before. During the bad weather Day had sunk into a mild depression, dwelling on the events at the Di Quercia Tower. He had been pleased to receive the invitation from Nick and Deppi that had now brought him and Helen to the yacht.
The evening was still, balanced between warm and cool, the kind of rare November evening in the Cyclades that reminded him of a pleasant autumn evening in England. It had been dark since soon after five o’clock. The lights along the waterfront showed that some tavernas still remained open, but the local people wal
