The Faded Apartment
Chapter One Concetta Aiello drove the shovel into the wet earth of the overgrown lot behind her apartment, the blade striking a hard root that snapped with a sound like a dry bone breaking. The smell of damp rot and iron hung heavy in the alpine air, thin and hard against her skin, masking the usual scent of the salt smugglers' cove that usually drifted up from the valley floor. She was...
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