The Wistful Voyage

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Forty-two of the Amber Stair, the number was carved into the brick, a marker of where the heat had settled into the mortar before the sun even cleared the canal. Rosa Esposito stood in the rotunda of the opera house, her fingers black with soot, clutching a ticket stub that crumbled under the weight of her grip. The air tasted of iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of her throat, and the...

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