The Distant Promise
The hill town of Pizzo Calabro hummed with the low, rhythmic grinding of stone against stone, a sound that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the escarpment where the wind farms stood like skeletal sentinels against the bruised afternoon sky. Below the cliffs, the canal boats rocked gently in the muddy water, their cabins crowded with families who had migrated from the highlands, their...
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