The Wistful Ashes
Venice in the sixteenth century was a city of water and wood, where the tide decided the fate of every trade and the smell of brine mixed with the sharp tang of indigo and madder dye. The canals ran tea-colored, choked with the silt of the cypress swamps that lined the lagoon, and the air hung heavy with the labor of the dye-houses. Marco Lancia, overseer of the Lancia dye-house, stood on the...
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