The Pale Tale
Chapter One Who was it that had decided the stones of the Palazzo Vecchio were alive, and why did the city council insist that a living thing could not be paid a pension? Giuseppe Zito stood before the crumbling, self-repairing facade, his breath misting in the chill that rose from the cellar levels of the building, a cold that was a physical fact, pressing against his lungs with the weight of...
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