The Distant Journey

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The rain in Venice does not fall; it accumulates, a heavy, gray shroud that settles upon the cobblestones and the wet wool of our coats with a persistence that feels almost personal, as if the city itself were trying to erase the outline of us from the world. I stood before the massive, iron-bound doors of the Archivio di Stato, the handle cold and slick beneath my fingers, and I watched the...

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