The Wistful Witness
Act I The backstreets of Naples groaned under the weight of the colony’s daily labor, a dense thicket of laundry lines strung between tenements where the air hung heavy with wet wool and chemical scrubbers. It was the season of the gritters, when the streets were scraped clean before dawn, and the vibration of the machines traveled up through the soles of Vincenzo Costa’s boots, a constant,...
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