THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA - { CHAPTER. NINE } - [ PART. 6 ]
{ PART. 1 } - [ CHAPTER NINE: A smoky haze coiled its way towards the ceiling of the fourteenth-century cellar where an opulent fresco, spanning its entire length, featured Aquilon, god of the north wind. A ferocious gale blasted mouth, which, with the aid of the drifting smog resembled a billowing wind bearing down on the restaurant beneath it. A waiter delivering a plate of steaming linguini made his way beneath archways and beams, each step intensifying the trepidation he felt. It was a hazardous job: one wrong move; a spillage of wine; a hot beverage in a lap; or simply catching a word or phrase that could end his life. He kept the secrets contained, like the old Tuscan building in which he worked--secrets that he left behind each day when his shift was over, safely enclosed within the ...

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