The Wistful Silence

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Chapter One The auctioneer’s gavel had stopped falling three days before the fog rolled in from the Po, thick enough to choke a man’s lungs, and I was still standing in the gym of the nearly-bank club, holding a high school diploma that no one had claimed in twenty years. It was a strange thing to hold, a piece of paper that promised a future I had never entered, its gold seal peeling like dead...

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