The Distant Promise
Act I The narrow streets of Naples moved with the heavy, rhythmic thud of coal being offloaded from the wagons, a sound that shook the dust from the lintels of the dissenters' meeting house and settled into the lungs of every man and woman who walked the cobbles. The air tasted of wet ash and the sharp, metallic tang of the Crimean War rumors that had begun to filter through the border towns,...
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