The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One The backstreet in Naples hummed with the labor of survival, laundry snapping overhead like white flags of surrender while the loess cliffs carved with dwellings leaned in, watching the displaced persons center grind its gears of bureaucracy and sorrow. I was twelve, a scribe in all but name, standing in the doorway of the pawnbroker’s back room where the air tasted of old rust and...

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