The Distant Whispers

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Act I Antonio Rizzo’s hands shook like dry leaves in a gale, a tremor that had begun three winters ago and now lived in the fine motor nerves, the ones that held the tweezers steady. He was forty-five, a master clockmaker by trade, though the town of Siena knew him only as the judge’s son who wasted his life on gears. The workshop was a sealed box of dust and brass filings, the air heavy with...

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