The Distant Garden

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I look back now from the rain-slicked street, my hands still trembling from the cold, and I see the night I stopped being Giuseppa Marino, the archivist, and became something else entirely. It was the night the ink refused to die. Chapter One I am forty-two years old, a night-shift archivist in a sealed basement beneath the Milanese district offices, a place where the air tastes of damp...

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