The Wistful Witness

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The soot of the hill towns clung to the wool of every coat, a grey fur that smelt of sulfur and old sweat, as the tithe collectors walked the dry, cracked earth of the valley. In the workshop of Carmela Ferraro, the air was heavy with molten silica and the metallic tang of overheated iron, a smell that had replaced the memory of her father’s tobacco. She stood before the furnace, the glass...

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