Prologue
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Prologue
Whew. Yeah. Where to begin?
That’s just it. What’s really the beginning? What’s the middle? The end?
Who knows.
So we’re starting here.
It’s the first time that Charlie Holiday has a sense that there is truly something more.
You see, he’s always been someone who believed that his life was special or extraordinary or, well, at least would be at some point. “Later.”
But when was that later moment supposed to really arrive? He certainly didn’t know.
In the meantime, life was passing along. Passing him by in some ways.
Until one evening.
In Florence. In Italy.
He didn’t choose the location, the timing, or any of it. It just happened.
Or did it? Was it all her? Was it all coincidence? Or is he part of something larger? A small piece in a churning machine that he has yet to even peek behind the curtain of?
And why him? Why not you? No reason it’s him. No reason it’s not you. In fact, maybe it’s not him and it is you.
That’s what he’s about to find out.
Welcome to Florence.
It’s late.
It’s dark.
It’s time to go.
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