The Wistful Crossroads
Chapter One "NOTICE OF NON-PAYMENT: Premium due. Service suspended." The paper was crisp, white, and cold in my hand. I read it three times, the ink smudging slightly under my thumb. I am Luigi Marino, thirty-two years old, and I am the night manager of the Hotel Santa Lucia, a franchise motel on the edge of the Tuscan plain. The frost had come early this September, a dry, biting chill that...
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