In the distance there was a great city, one that went by many names, such as La Dominante, the Queen of the Adriatic, the City of Masks or the Floating City. With names like these he expected the crowning jewel of the Republic of Venice to be beyond compare.
“There’s certainly a… bouquet to this place,” Marc confessed.
Marc never had the pleasure of taking in the scent of the sea at low tide, let alone in a city with its extensive network of rivers and canals that doubled as a sewer. This heady bouquet of decaying sea life, piss and excrement shattered his childhood ideals as Venice.
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