The Faded Frontier

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I remember the smell of ozone and wet stone before I saw the Spire, a scent that clung to the wool of my coat like the dust of the Bellfounders' Walk, one hundred and twenty-six of the street, where the air was always thick with the metallic tang of cooling iron. It was 1924, and the city of Rome was not the Rome of saints and marble but a grinding, soot-choked machine, a place where the...

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