The Faded Apartment
Chapter One Did I break it, or was it already broken? The question hung in the damp air of the storeroom, heavier than the fog rolling off the Po. I am Giovanni Zito, a man who once measured the strength of concrete in kilograms per square centimeter, now I measure my daughter’s dwindling years in the dry corners of a condemned estate. The walls of our apartment on the edge of the city weep, a...
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