The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The morning light hit the ice on the Grand Canal at a sharp, jagged angle, blinding Carmela Bellini as she stood on the dock with her fingers numb around a handful of coins. She counted them twice, then a third time, the metal cold and slippery against her skin, knowing that by midnight Marco would be moved from the debtors’ cell to the workhouse if she did not produce the bond. The Palazzo...

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