The Faded Photograph

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Chapter One Elvira Sartori remembered the smell of wet copper and rotting paper long after the ink had dried. In 1912, the reclamation yard on the edge of Venice was a place where dead machines rusted into the mud, and the air tasted of iron filings. She was thirty-four, an archivist whose hands were permanently stained with the black sludge of the estate she was cataloging, and she wanted only...

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