The Wistful Show
Chapter One The backstreets of Naples hummed with the low, industrial thrum of the laundry lines overhead, a constant friction of wet cotton against the iron framework of a city that had forgotten how to rest. Here, in the shadow of the church where the pews were dragged nightly to the hall for the war effort, the air tasted of wet stone and the metallic tang of a rifle that had not been...
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