A dense, spectral autumn fog drifted across the Venetian lagoon, swallowing the ancient bell towers and gilded domes of the Serenissima in a shroud of luminous mother-of-pearl mist. The water of the Canale di San Marco lay flat as polished black slate, reflecting the pale amber lanterns of moored gondolas and the distant, illuminated facade of the Doge’s Palace. Venice in late October had a chilling, timeless grandeur—a city built…
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