The Wistful Dinner

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Chapter One Vincenzo Barone, the overseer of the dye-house, had not slept in three days. He sat on the damp stone floor of the library’s corner, the air heavy with rotting figs and wet wool. His hands shook, not from cold, but from the weight of the bronze razor he held, an heirloom from his father that felt heavy as a lead ingot in his palm. He was thirty-four, and his lungs felt like they...

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