The Distant Legend

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Debt due: twelve hundred dinars. The ink was still wet when I read it. I held the deed to the palazzo, the parchment rough against my palms, while the rotunda around me hummed with a low, grinding frequency. I am Pietro Marino, and I am selling the house to pay for Elena’s lungs. The walls whispered my name, a sound like sand dragged over stone, growing louder each time I lied to myself that...

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