The Wistful Crossroads

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Giuseppa Rizzo remembered the weight of the bronze mirror before she remembered the sound of the Chancellor’s voice, a heavy, circular thing that had once reflected the clean lines of her face but now showed only the tremor in her hands, a tremor that had started in the dye-house where the indigo stained her cuticles blue and deep, a color that did not wash out no matter how much lye she used,...

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