The Distant Promise

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I was thirty-two when the stain first appeared on the hem of the Doge’s heir’s coat, a dark bloom that smelled of old iron and rot. I had been working in the palazzo for a decade, my fingers stained with indigo and madder, but this was different. The fabric did not hold the dye; it exhaled it. The coat was meant to be pure white, a symbol of the family’s untainted lineage, but the heir, a boy...

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