The Distant Metropolis
Chapter One Did Assunta Sabella truly believe that a coat could hold the weight of a debt? She stood in the cramped workshop, the air thick with the dust of wool and the heat of the Tuscan sun pressing against the single window. The client, a man named Vito, had vanished three days ago, leaving behind only the heavy velvet coat draped over the chair, a garment worth more than her rent for a...
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