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... bblestones of Via del pianto.
Those very cobblestones continued to reflect the street lamps and forgotten saints statues that lined the road, silent witnesses to decades of sin.
Calvin Esposito tightened the grip on his umbrella, adjusting his coat a little.
His green eyes found the true cross mounted at the head of the church, blood dripping from the raised wooden hand of St. Helena in triumph.
He approached the ten foot doors and knocked three times paused then ...
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