The Distant Machine

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Venice in the late fifteenth century was a city of wet stone and whispered debts, where the canals ran black with the runoff of a thousand looms and the air smelled of brine and rotting wood. In the narrow alley behind the Rialto, the ferry bells rang their dull, iron-throated toll across the water, marking the hour for the guilds to close their ledgers. Pietro Zito stood by the quay, his hands...

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