“Roll it,” the woman said.
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Elisa opened it. Inside, instead of words, there were only drawings—Manara’s drawings. Pen-and-ink women with knowing smiles, men with shadowed faces, staircases leading into nowhere, and everywhere: dice, chess pieces, playing cards. “Roll it,” the woman said