The Wistful Voyage

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1482, Florence. The rain in the Arno valley does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker, harder to see, until you are standing in it. I am Elias, a dyer of forty years, and my hands are stained a color that is not quite blue, not quite black, but the deep, bruised violet of a secret kept too long. My wife, Clara, is in the debtors’ hovel on the Via dei Calzaiuoli, her lungs...

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