Chapter 15
Cassian
The Marcello family kept its own island in Cannaregio — a low wedge of salt-eaten brick on no municipal map — and three levels beneath the club that sat on it, the air tasted of tobacco, spilled scotch, and copper.
Two inches of reinforced glass separated my leather booth from the octagon...
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2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
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15. Chapter 15
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