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bleeding heart

Vincenzo Moreno

Vial di Moreno stretched ahead. As always, monstrous looking. Not even the enchanting hands of spring could transform it.

I glanced across the windshield, taking in the long array of olive trees to the patchy shadow cast in the floor by the leaves, to the far end of the boulevard—sh...

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