The Distant Temple
Chapter One In the narrow streets of Naples, the air always tasted of ash and old copper. Luigi Sabella, twelve years old and thin as a wire, sat on the edge of his bed in the windowless apartment on seventy-one of Corvid Lane. His father, a man whose lungs had turned to stone, lay in the corner, breathing with the effort of a bellows. The walls were bare concrete, stained with damp, and the...
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