145: A Viral News
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Somewhere deep in the worn-out quarters of Venice’s ghetto, where the buildings leaned like tired old men and the air carried a mix of damp stone and cigarette smoke, Dante sat hunched over a wooden table.

The table's edges were chipped, its surface scratched from years of use, but it still held steady beneath the weight of the draughtboard laid out between Dante and a few local men.

The game had been going on for a while with no one winning yet. The men around Dante and the other player were f
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  • 145: A Viral News

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