The Distant Affair
Venice hummed with the labor of the canals, a city of water and industry where the cypress knees of the bayou-like shores held the earth against the tide. The mill siren tested its throat at noon, a sharp blast that cut through the damp air, signaling the end of the morning shift for the bronze-casters and the chariot makers alike. Silvio Orsini stood in the chariot maker’s yard, his hands...
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