The Pale Banner
Chapter One The memory of the banner tearing had worn a groove in Franca Grieco’s mind, a pale, tattered strip of silk flapping against the grey sky, and it was this recurring dream that had driven her, at the age of twelve, to the workbench in the back of Enzo’s shop with a hunger that felt less like ambition and more like a physical ache in her bones. She wanted to repair her father’s silver...
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