The Golden Suspect
The notice was stamped in red ink, the paper brittle as a dried leaf. Giuseppa Messina held the document against the window of the ferry crossing, where the light of the short winter days turned the water to a dull, metallic grey. She was thirty-four years old, a textile inspector for the government, and the paper told her that her husband, Salvo, was to remain in debtors’ prison until the...
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