The Accidental Bond
Venice in the autumn was a city of gold and ghosts. Luca was a lonely gondolier, a man whose life was measured by the rhythmic dip of his oar and the echoes of tourists' laughter. He loved the city not for its fame, but for its secrets—the way the water whispered to the ancient stones. He was navigating a narrow, shadowed canal when he collided with a small, ornate boat. The impact was gentle,...
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