The Faded Photograph

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Act I The laundry lines strung tight over the Naples backstreet, dripping grey water onto the cobblestones where the factory workers stood in their long coats, waiting for the shift whistle. The air smelled of wet wool and coal smoke, a heavy, damp scent that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my hands buried deep in my pockets, clutching the cold, hard...

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