NOVEL
I DO NOT FORGET Prologue: The Silo in the Mist Summer in the valley had the color of dry corn and the pungent smell of sun-scorched earth. At ten years old, Pietro was a quiet child, a timid observer who found refuge in speed. He was the fastest at running through the thick, tall rows of corn, slipping away like a light shadow. To him, his father Remo was a gentle giant: a man with hands permanently stained with grease and dirt, marked by hard work but invested in an almost heroic aura. Beneath that appearance of strength and protection, however, Remo concealed a deep and restless shadow. That morning, the challenge among the village boys was simple and ruthless: whoever reached the abandoned old farmhouse first—known to everyone as the witch's lair—would win a shiny glass marble. Pietro ran faster than anyone else, losing himself in the green labyrinth of stalks until he found himself blocked in front of an imposing, rusty metal silo, half-submerged by briars and wild vege...