The Distant Clue
Chapter One "You can't just sign it away, Giuseppa." Her brother, Marco, sat across from her in the reclamation yard, his hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. The air smelled of rust and wet salt, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of her throat. He was thirty-two, older than her, but he looked older still, his face hollowed out by the debts that had...
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