The Wistful Asylum

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Chapter One The fog rolled off the Po river in a thick, grey sheet that swallowed the rice paddies whole, erasing the horizon until the world was nothing but wet mud and the distant, rhythmic clatter of the mill hammers that had finally stopped for the season. In the border town of Soverato, where the Italian and French dialects bled into one another over the low stone walls, the air tasted of...

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