The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Giuseppe Rinaldi’s needle pierced the wool, the thread snapping against the tension of the loom. It was dawn in the Tuscan hills, the air thick with the metallic taste of the nearby mines, and the workshop smelled of lanolin and old sweat. He had been working since midnight, the strike fund for the workers below nearly spent, every lira accounted for in the ledger he kept under the floorboards....

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