The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The harbor of Naples groaned under the weight of the rubber shipment, the pulleys shrieking a high, metallic note that cut through the haze so thick the far shore was merely a rumor of gray. Concetta Orsini stood on the pier, her uniform damp with the cold that seeped from the stone, counting the crates. One, two, three; the numbers were a prayer against the chaos, a way to keep her hands...

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