The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Act I "You are certain the ink is dry, Vincenzo?"‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‍⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‍‍‍‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‍‍‍‍⁠‌‌⁠‍‌‌‌⁠‍⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‍ The question hung in the humid air of the banquet hall, heavy as the monsoon that had turned the streets of Naples into brown rivers. Vincenzo Gentile, thirty-two and hollowed out by a week of sleepless nights, did not look up from the parchment. His fingers, stained with...

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