The Faded Photograph

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Chapter One The hills of Tuscany folded over the valley like the creased leather of an old glove, hiding the villages from the view of the sky. In the settlement house at forty-seven of Candlewick Row, where the air smelled of wet wool and the damp earth rising from the cellar, Antonio Palermo sat with his hands wrapped around a silver watch that had belonged to his mother. The watch face was...

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