The Wistful Mirror
Nino Rizzo knew the weight of a man’s life before he knew the weight of a coin. Chapter One The foundry floor shook with the rhythm of the hammers, a dull, persistent thud that traveled up through the soles of his boots and settled in his teeth. It was 1912, and the air in the Po valley was heavy with sulfur and wet rice. Nino stood by the furnace, watching the molten metal glow orange, a fire...
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