The Wistful Skyline
Act I Giovanni Trapani remembered the weight of the plaster better than the sound of the lathe, a memory that had settled into his joints like damp into a foundation. He was fourteen when the bone-softening condition first announced itself, a quiet thief that entered through the fingertips and left the hands trembling with a rhythm that matched no heartbeat. In the trailer park under the...
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