The Distant Summer

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The candle sputtered, casting long, shivering shadows against the stone walls of the workshop. Elias wiped his hand on his apron, the silk stiff with old ink and sweat. He was thirty-two years old, and his fingers, once steady enough to thread a needle in a gale, now trembled with a palsy that frightened him. Outside, the air of Florence tasted of rot and rain. The plague had moved into the...

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