Blood and Roses
· Alessia DeLuca & Production Syndicate · 5 min read
Six months later, the golden bells of Old St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Little Italy rang out across Manhattan in a joyous, historic carillon that could be heard from Wall Street to Midtown. The cathedral was a cathedral of dreams. Thousands of fragrant white and deep crimson roses lined the stone aisles, their sweet scent mingling with aged frankincense and burning beeswax candles. Outside, Mulberry Street was closed to traffic as…
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