Emis—young, twenty-eight— reached this Syrian harbor in a Tenian ship, his plan to learn the incense trade. But ill during the voyage, he died as soon as he was put ashore. His burial, the poorest possible, took place here. A few hours before dying he whispered something about «home,» about «very old parents.» But nobody […]
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