The Wistful Mountain
Act I The canal economy of Naples ran on the friction of locks and tolls, a grinding, mechanical rhythm that set the pace for every soul on the waterfront. Water moved through the city like blood through a clogged vein, pushing barges laden with glass and grain toward the assembly rooms where men argued over turnpike costs and the price of breath. In this churning, tea-colored world, Teresa...
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