The Golden Song
Chapter One Giuseppa Lombardi stood in the mud of the debtors’ quarter, her boots sinking into the wet clay that smelled of rot and old iron, while the warden, a man named Dottore Vieri, smiled at her with the easy, predatory patience of a cat watching a mouse run out of holes. He told me that freedom was a song I had to earn, not a right I possessed, and that my brother Enzo, who sat in the...
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