The Faded Portrait

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Chapter One It is a fact of the trade that stone remembers the hands that cut it. Vincenzo Rinaldi woke with his fingers fused to the rough granite of the central arch, the cold seeping into his marrow like diesel in thawing earth. He was forty years old, a master mason who had spent his life balancing credit card floats between gigs in this off-season town, and he knew the weight of a debt...

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