The Distant Summer

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Chapter One Rosaria Orsini scrubbed the grime from the copper basin, the water black and slick against her palms. The smell of mildew and old sweat hung heavy in the cellar, a physical weight that pressed against her temples. She was twenty years old, and her hands trembled not from the cold, but from the thinning of the air around her. The boundary of the room was failing. She could feel the...

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