Through the chinks of a Roman shutter, tiny sunbeams glinted on the telescopic sights of a high power rifle. Across the way was a balcony of the Palazzo Chigi, upon which Benito Mussolini would soon appear. Vast Fascist crowds swarmed in the street, eager to catch the words of their Duce's Armistice Day address. With a baleful flash of satisfaction, the man with the rifle trained its sights still more accurately, and waited.
A gentle squeeze of the trigger and the great Fascist would topple headforemost from the balcony. Perhaps the House of...
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