The Wistful Skyline

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Assunta Sartori, fifty-two, stood at the window of her cramped apartment in Vela, watching the sky bleed a bruised purple that mirrored the cracked porcelain of her late husband’s teacup, the only object she refused to discard. The air in the room smelled of damp wool and the faint, acrid tang of the fires burning in the distant hills, a haze that had settled over the town like a second skin. I...

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