The Wistful Saga
Giuseppe Caruso asked the man at the gate what the smell was, and the man, a cousin with two claims on the same piece of land, only spat into the mud. The fog had stopped the boats for three days, turning the canal into a stagnant, dark mirror that reflected the laundry hanging overhead like a funeral pall. Giuseppe was thirty years old, a junior clerk from the Municipal Sanitation Office in...
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