The Wistful Saga
Chapter One The video store on Via Toledo was dying, its lease expiring in thirty days, and the rain turned the cobblestones into a slick, black mirror that reflected the neon signs of the new multiplexes across the street. Concetta Barone stood behind the counter, her hands raw from the cold, watching the few customers shuffle through the VHS bins with the indifference of men passing a grave....
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