The Eyes That Still Wonder

The wild still has a way of speaking to those willing
to listen (from the author's personal archive)

My recent trips upstate have brought countless reminders that the wonder I knew as a child has never left me. Few sights still fill me with such joy as seeing deer in the wild.

That love was instilled in me by my parents, who cherished the outdoors, and especially by my father, a hunter whose respect for nature ran far deeper than the pursuit of game. From them I learned to look closely, to appreciate the beauty of the natural world, and to understand that every encounter with wild creation is a gift from God.

Whenever I see deer, a soaring hawk, an ancient forest, or a landscape that seems untouched by time, I feel a happiness that is difficult to describe. It reminds me that there is still mystery, beauty, and order in the world. For a brief moment, everything else fades away.

In an age that so often rushes past the quiet miracles of creation, I remain grateful that the sight of a deer stepping from the trees can still fill me with the same wonder I knew as a child. Some things are simply too beautiful to outgrow.

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, August 5th, Feast of the Madonna della Neve

The Great Bourbon Book Shortage

Mystery solved. Now I know why it’s nearly impossible to find replacement copies of my beat-up old editions of Harold Acton’s The Bourbons of Naples and The Last Bourbons of Naples. My friend has apparently decided to hoard every copy in existence. At this point, I’m convinced he’s single-handedly responsible for the shortage.

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• Religion and Ideas in Southern Italy: Church, State and its People during the Early Modern Age by Isabel Harvey and Milena Sabato

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Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary at Holy Trinity Church in Hackensack, New Jersey

In Search of Leucàsia with the Ghost of the Count of Sciancato

In Search of… with the Ghost of the Count of Sciancato explores mysteries where history and legend blur and conjecture begins—along with the strange, the macabre, and the uncanny. What follows suggests possible explanations—though not the only ones.

Leucàsia: The White Siren of the Southern Sea

At the southernmost tip of Apulia, where the Ionian and Adriatic seas meet amid striking white cliffs, sailors have long spoken of a beautiful maiden whose song could sway both hearts and storms.

They called her Leucàsia.

According to legend, Leucàsia was a siren whose beauty rivaled her voice. She fell in love with a young shepherd named Melisso, but his heart belonged to another maiden, Aristula. Enraged by his rejection, Leucàsia unleashed furious winds and crashing waves upon the lovers as they embraced along the shore.

The Siren by John William Waterhouse

Choosing death over separation, they clung to one another as the storm-tossed sea engulfed them.

Moved by their tragic devotion, the goddess Minerva transformed the lovers into two rocky headlands, forever facing one another across the bay. Wracked with guilt, Leucàsia turned to stone and was said to have given her name to Leuca, now the town of Santa Maria di Leuca. Today, those headlands are known as Punta Ristola and Punta Meliso.

Some scholars see in Leucàsia another expression of the ancient siren traditions that once echoed throughout Magna Graecia. Others believe the legend arose later, shaped by the dramatic landscape itself as a poetic explanation for the lonely rocks and restless waters where two seas converge.

For generations, fishermen claimed that the wind sometimes carried a woman’s voice across the cliffs at dusk. Others insisted that pale shapes could be seen upon the rocks before storms rolled in from the horizon.

Whether born of imagination, echoing waves, or shifting light upon white limestone, the legend became part of the landscape itself.

Was Leucàsia merely a local legend woven around the rugged coast of Southern Italy?

Or did the ancient Greeks preserve, through myth, the memory of a place where the sea itself seems to sing?

……………………………………

Sebastiano III, Conte di Sciancato, a minor prince of forgotten Lucania, was said to have loved his young bride, Donna Lucrezia di Nerafiora, beyond reason. Unable to accept her death, he turned to forbidden books and desperate learning, seeking to restore her to the world of the living. The attempt cost him his life. The ruins of his torre lie hidden, and when the earth trembles, some whisper he still searches for her.

The Sphinx

A Sphinx from Villa San Michele, Capri

The enduring image of the sphinx has long stirred the imagination, appearing in the haunting works of artists such as Gustave Moreau, Félicien Rops, and Franz von Stuck. Yet my own fascination with this ancient guardian was rekindled years ago during a visit to Villa San Michele on the island of Capri, where two silent sphinxes keep their timeless vigil above the Bay of Naples. The poem that follows is inspired by that memory and by the ancient symbolism of the sphinx as a guardian of mystery, a sentinel at the threshold between the known and the unknowable. ~ Giovanni di Napoli

The Sphinx

Long before kingdoms
Were swallowed by the desert,
Before temples became ruins
And the names of kings dissolved into dust,
The Sphinx stood watch.

She still waits,
In her fatal beauty,
At the threshold—
Between wisdom and folly,
Between life and death,
Between what may be known
And what must remain forever hidden.

For some mysteries
Were placed before mankind,
Not to yield their secrets,
But to teach humility
To those who dare
To meet the eyes
Of eternity.

The Wan Muse

Madame X (Lady Unknown), ca. 1907, marble, Auguste Rodin. Gerald Cantor Sculpture Gallery (Gallery 800), Metropolitan Museum of Art

“This is doubtless the perfected image of that idea of which the peoples of the earth have had an intuition from the beginning, and which artists have unceasingly invoked in poems, in symphonies, on canvas, in clay. Everything in her is expressive, everything is a symbol.” ~ Gabriele D’Annunzio, The Virgins of the Rocks 

Some people visit the museum in search of great works of art. I find myself returning instead to a ghost.

Though I admire John Singer Sargent’s celebrated portrait of Madame X (Virginie Amélie Avegno Gautreau) at the Met, I am more often drawn to Auguste Rodin’s Madame X (Lady Unknown). My friends know the ritual well. Nearly every visit ends with me leading them to the Gerald Cantor Sculpture Gallery, where she waits in pale silence.

There is something unsettling about her. Her face, drained of life, is suspended somewhere between memory and oblivion, as though she had emerged from a dream, only to discover that the world which had summoned her had long since disappeared.

Hand of Eleonora Duse, ca. 1927, marble, Arrigo Minerbi. Exhibited in Gabriele d'Annunzio: Living Life as a Work of Art (2010), at Casa Italiana Zerilli-Marimò

She has become a kind of muse, joining Anna Cutolo, Rosina Ferrara, Eleonora Duse, and Suzy Solidor among those elusive women who inhabit the borderland between history and chimera. They return unbidden in idle moments, stealing their way into verses that never quite satisfy me and drawings I rarely allow anyone else to see.

Perhaps that is fitting. Some figures remain just beyond reach, drawing us onward because they can never be fully captured.

And so I return to her, content to linger in the company of a beautiful apparition, destined to haunt the imagination rather than the world of the living.

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, August 3rd, Feast of Sant’Aspreno

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• Scarlatti: Il Trionfo della Grazia, performed by Ensemble Celadon

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Photo of the Week: The Colossal Head of Augustus in the Cortile della Pigna, Vatican Museums (I)

The Colossal Head of Augustus, dating from the 1st century AD, is displayed on the east wall of the open-air Cortile della Pigna (Courtyard of the Pinecone) in the Vatican Museums (Photo by New York Scugnizzo)

Feast of St. Albert of Trapani at the Carmelite Monastery in Morristown, New Jersey

Rediscovering the Christian Statesmanship of King Ferdinand II Through the Funeral Oration of Monsignor Francesco Saverio Petagna

Gianandrea de Antonellis’ introduction to the 2019 edition of Elogio Funebre alla Pia Memoria di Ferdinando II (1859), subsequently republished on Alta Terra di Lavoro, offers far more than a preface to a nineteenth-century funeral oration. He argues that Monsignor Francesco Saverio Petagna’s address deserves renewed attention, not only as a historical document but also as an expression of the political and religious ideals that shaped the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies.

The introduction opens by situating the funeral oration within the turbulent political climate of Italian unification. De Antonellis explains that one of the principal reasons Petagna was later forced into exile was the solemnity with which he honored King Ferdinand II after the monarch’s death in 1859. This alone illustrates how politically charged even the memory of the Bourbon king had become during the years of Italian unification.

De Antonellis also traces the longstanding mutual esteem between Ferdinand II and Monsignor Petagna. He recounts the anecdote of the King, traveling incognito, attending one of the young priest’s sermons in Naples out of curiosity. Impressed by Petagna’s gifts, Ferdinand later appointed him Bishop of Castellammare and eventually bestowed upon him the Royal Order of Francis I. These episodes underscore the close personal relationship that existed between the monarch and the prelate long before the funeral oration was delivered.

At the heart of the article is Petagna’s portrait of Ferdinand II. Rather than repeating the familiar image found in post-Risorgimento historiography, the Bishop presents a ruler whose Catholic faith permeated both his private life and public duties. Petagna recalls Ferdinand’s devotion to the Rosary, his visits to the Blessed Sacrament, his public recitation of the Angelus, and his reverence toward the Blessed Virgin. Particularly striking is the Bishop’s recollection of the King’s visits to Castellammare, where the faithful witnessed his sincere acts of devotion before the Blessed Sacrament and the relics of San Catello.

The article also highlights Petagna’s rejection of the notion that religion and government belong to separate spheres. One of the most memorable passages declares:

“It is foolish wisdom that would have the interests of the State attended to before those of the Gospel; and it is madness to think that the exact observance of the latter’s precepts is incompatible with the principles of the former. It is to dishonor Religion, says St. Augustine, to believe that she ought not to be consulted in the government of empires.”

Likewise, Petagna argues that political stability ultimately rests upon moral virtue rather than administrative efficiency, observing that Rome itself fell not because it was “crushed by foreign arms, but because it had been consumed by domestic vices.” For Petagna, the decline of civilizations begins with moral decay long before military defeat.

De Antonellis rightly emphasizes that this vision represents a coherent philosophy rooted in both Greco-Roman political thought and Christian tradition. Petagna sees faith as the indispensable foundation of just rule.

The article also draws attention to Ferdinand II’s extensive public works, charitable initiatives, and reforms. Petagna praises the King’s patronage of science, education, commerce, industry, agriculture, and infrastructure, while also emphasizing his restoration of churches, support for religious orders, care for the poor, the establishment of charitable and vocational institutions, and his prompt assistance to those afflicted by hardship. Alongside these charitable works, Petagna notes that Ferdinand introduced “the first railways, steamships, gas lighting, and later the electric telegraph in Italy.” He also points to the mechanical works at Pietrarsa, the Naples dry dock, iron bridges, expanded ports, schools, and numerous public works as tangible expressions of the King’s commitment to the welfare of his kingdom.

De Antonellis concludes by explaining why this funeral oration remains relevant today. Beyond its rhetorical style, the work offers a perspective too often absent from modern accounts of the Bourbon monarchy. He argues that the oration preserves a vision long neglected by a historiography framed by the victors, reminding readers that important voices have often been overshadowed by later political narratives. He invokes a memorable reflection drawn from the Carlist tradition: No serán héroes anónimos ante Dios (“Before God, a hero is never anonymous”).

De Antonellis honors not only Ferdinand II but also Monsignor Petagna himself. He reminds readers that the Bishop chose exile rather than submission to those who had conquered his native kingdom, making his funeral oration not merely a tribute to a fallen monarch but also the testimony of a man who remained steadfast in his convictions.

More than a ceremonial tribute, Petagna’s funeral oration stands as a valuable primary source for understanding how one of Ferdinand II’s contemporaries conceived the relationship between faith, kingship, and public life. As De Antonellis demonstrates, it also conveys a neglected vision of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies rooted in Christian duty, moral government, charity, and institutional continuity.

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, August 1st, Feast of St. Peter's Chains, with the Commemorations of St. Paul and the Holy Maccabees

Feast of Our Lady of the Snows at the Metropolitan Cathedral of St. Mary of the Assumption in San Francisco, California

My Blue Heaven: One Hundred Years of Napoli

To support Napoli is to understand that football is never just football. It is passion, fire, and mentality, a way of seeing the world.

We have known ecstasy and heartbreak, legends and lean years. We have celebrated Scudetti, mourned relegation, and stood by this club when others turned away. Through every triumph and every disappointment, one thing never changes: we remain.

Because Napoli is more than a team. It is the soul of a city that has given the world beauty, music, faith, and an unbreakable spirit. Every match is another chapter in a story that began in 1926 and continues wherever the Partenopei, the children of Naples, and their descendants carry the blue.

Today we celebrate one hundred years of history, and the promise that the next century will be written with the same passion.

For those who came before us.
For those who will come after us.
For Naples.

Forza Napoli, sempre!

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, July 31st, Feast of St. Ignatius of Loyola

Glory, Pilgrimage, and the Shadow of Martyrdom

Santa Patrizia, ora pro nobis

Beneath shortening days
And fields heavy with fruit,
August calls the soul
From glory
To sacrifice,
For every crown
Must first pass through the Cross.

August stands at the summit of summer. The fields have yielded their fullness, the vineyards swell with promise, and the first hints of autumn begin to appear beneath the lingering heat. It is a month suspended between fulfillment and decline, reminding us that every earthly season, however radiant, carries within it the certainty of change.

On August 6th, the Church celebrates the Transfiguration of the Lord. Upon Mount Tabor, Christ reveals His divine glory to Peter, James, and John, allowing them to glimpse, however briefly, the splendor that lies beyond the Cross. The feast reminds the faithful that suffering is never the final word, but the path by which glory is attained.

The middle of the month brings the beginning of San Michele’s Lent on August 15th, forty days of prayer, fasting, and penance traditionally observed until the Feast of Saint Michael the Archangel on September 29th. At a time when the world is given over to leisure and abundance, the Church calls the faithful back to discipline, preparing the soul for the spiritual combat that belongs to every Christian life.

The following day honors San Rocco, the pilgrim and protector against plague. Remembered for his charity toward the sick and his willingness to share in their suffering, he became a powerful sign of hope during times of pestilence throughout Europe. His example reminds us that sanctity is measured not by comfort, but by compassionate endurance.

On August 25th, Naples celebrates Santa Patrizia, one of the city’s beloved patronesses. For centuries, the miraculous liquefaction of her blood has been revered as a sign of her continued intercession, joining her memory to the rich tradition of Neapolitan devotion in which the saints remain living guardians of their people.

As the month draws to a close, the Church commemorates the Beheading of San Giovanni Battista on August 29th. The Forerunner who proclaimed the coming of Christ now seals his testimony with his blood. His martyrdom stands as a solemn reminder that fidelity to truth often demands the ultimate sacrifice, and that the voice crying in the wilderness is not silenced by death.

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, July 31st, Feast of St. Ignatius of Loyola

The 137th Annual Feast of San Rocco at Most Precious Blood Church in Little Italy, New York

The Forge Beneath Etna

The Forge of Vulcan, ca. 1660, Luca Giordano

Beneath Etna’s ancient slopes
Burned the hidden forge of
    Hephaestus,
Divine smith of gods and
    heroes,
Where bronze-skinned
    Cyclopes
Toiled without end.

Amid rivers of living fire
And showers of blazing sparks,
The weapons of heaven were
    wrought
Upon anvils older than time.

Each trembling of the
    mountain,
The ringing of immortal
    hammers;
Each torrent of flame,
The breath of the eternal
    furnace
Breaking forth into the
    world of men.

Upcoming Art Exhibitions in New York City (2026–2027)

The Temptation and Fall of Eve, 1808, William Blake

For readers planning a visit to New York City, the following exhibitions promise an exceptional opportunity to experience some of the finest works of European art, history, and culture.

The Morgan Library & Museum

• Rembrandt’s Lions: Art and Exile in the Dutch Republic
  October 23, 2026 – January 31, 2027
• Fantasy and Reality: The Art of Johan Tobias Sergel
  October 30, 2026 – January 31, 2027
• Graphic Devotions: Late Medieval European Blockbooks
  November 6, 2026 – May 16, 2027
• William Blake: Paradise Lost
  February 26 – May 23, 2027

Madonna and Child, ca. 1470-75, Andrea della Robbia

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

• Rediscovering Della Robbia at The Met
  August 10, 2026 – January 17, 2028
• A King’s Carpet: Louis XIV and the Savonnerie
  September 8, 2026 – March 5, 2028

Lamentation at the Foot of the Cross,
ca. 1475, Francesco di Giorgio

The Frick Collection

• Siena: The Art of Bronze, 1450–1500
  October 15, 2026 – January 18, 2027

Institute For the Study of the Ancient World

• Cursed! The Power of Magic in the Ancient World
  September 17, 2026 – December 13, 2026

The Discipline of Joy

El Jaleo, 1882, John Singer Sargent

Last week I found myself at a small tapas bar. A carafe of sangría roja rested on the table while the sound of a Spanish guitar filled the room. Before long, a gracile flamenco dancer, arrayed in traditional Andalusian dress, emerged, her movements alternating between quiet restraint and fiery intensity, accompanied by rhythmic clapping and song.

As I watched, I found myself unexpectedly transported back to high school, when I was dating a young Valencian señorita named Gavi. It was she who first introduced me to flamenco, a tradition that I came to admire for its passion, elegance, and tragic beauty. Hearing those familiar rhythms again brought back more than memories of youth. They reminded me that certain places, sounds, and customs remain with us long after the years have passed.

The evening also reminded me that there is nothing contradictory about enjoying such moments while believing that life demands discipline, sacrifice, and courage. Too often we are presented with a false choice. Either we surrender ourselves to comfort, entertainment, and endless pleasure, or we become dour ascetics who regard every earthly delight with suspicion. Neither vision strikes me as complete.

A man should be capable of delighting in beauty without becoming enslaved to it. He should appreciate good wine, fine music, lively conversation, and the company of friends, not because they are life’s highest purpose, but because they are among its genuine goods. To enjoy them gratefully while remaining inwardly free is a mark of maturity rather than indulgence.

The older Mediterranean ideal understood this well. It expected a man to cultivate both fortitude and refinement, to bear hardship without complaint while never losing his appreciation for art, hospitality, and the simple pleasures that make civilization worth preserving. Such a man does not flee the tragic dimension of life, nor does he allow it to extinguish his joy. He accepts both.

Perhaps that is why flamenco seemed so fitting. It is passionate without affectation, exuberant without frivolity. Beneath its beauty lies struggle, longing, pride, and endurance. It does not pretend suffering does not exist; it transforms it into something noble.

I left with no grand revelation, only a gentle reminder that strength need not be joyless, and that gratitude for life’s fleeting beauties is entirely compatible with an awareness of its hardships. Indeed, it may be one of the surest signs that a man has learned not merely to endure life, but to live it well.

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, July 29th, Feast of San Lupo di Troyes

Excerpt from The Monarchy and its Attributes by Juan Vázquez de Mella

Juan Vásquez de Mella y Fanjul
(8 June 1861—26 February 1928)

Revolutionary fever may indeed seize the soul and the social body, stirring up deceptive hallucinations in the mind and rebellious appetites in the subjugated will; yet, floating triumphantly above this deluge of error, the holy ark of the Church will bear safely all the great principles of civilization—and, consequently, the Christian Monarchy, through whose ministry that civilization was established in Europe and spread throughout the world. Let sophistries and theories arise in anger, inverting the terms of pagan Caesarism—placing within the collective, as an inalienable right, what the latter fixed as a power inherent in the person of Caesar—and the result will always be the same: under the sovereignty of the people no less than under the sovereignty of Caesar, tyranny merely changes its name and its seat. Yet even if its nature changes—whether through corrupt courtiers who bind the sovereign’s will to their own whims or through representatives who substitute their own will for the supposed will of the people—despotism, whether descending from above or ascending from below, will always cause justice to groan beneath its iron heel.

Thus, when the fever breaks and the waters recede to their original channel, the Christian Monarchy re-emerges from the revolutionary sands like a green oasis; beneath its luxuriant foliage, those who have survived the simoom and the storm may renew their shattered strength and withered health.

Translation by the editor. Excerpt from "La Monarquía y Sus Atributos—Cristiana, Personal," El Correo Español, 6 de enero de 1894; published in Juan Vásquez de Mella, Textos de Doctrina Política, Preliminary Study, Selections and Notes by Rafael Gambra, Madrid, 1953, p.42.

Feast of St. Dominic at St. Mary of Mt. Virgin Church in New Brunswick, New Jersey

The Timeless Rhythms of the Heavens

A European (skull) mount of a buck,
 recalling the Buck Moon and the
ancient symbolism of renewal

Udremo a notte le sue lunghe muggia, udremo la voce sua di toro;
sorgerà il grido della sua lussuria
udremo nei silenzi della luna.

At night we will hear his long bellows, we will hear his voice like a bull’s;
the cry of his lust will rise;
we will hear it in the silences of the moon.
~ Gabriele D’Annunzio, Il Cervo

July has always seemed to me the most haunted month of summer. The sun still reigns over the earth by day, but the nights grow deeper and more mysterious, as though the heavens themselves were preparing for autumn’s long descent into darkness.

The month has already offered several quiet spectacles. On July 11th, Mars appeared beside the waning Moon and the ancient stars of the Pleiades in the predawn sky, an austere conjunction that recalled the firmament's timeless order. A few evenings later, on July 16th and 17th, brilliant Venus drew close to the slender crescent Moon in the western sky, creating one of the month’s most beautiful pairings before slipping back into the gathering darkness.

Yet some of July’s greatest mysteries still lie ahead.

Between the nights of July 28th and 30th, the Southern Delta Aquariid meteor shower will send ghostly streaks of light across the southern sky. Less brilliant than the famous Perseids, these meteors possess a gentler beauty, appearing like silent embers cast from some unseen celestial fire.

Then, on the night of July 29th, the full Buck Moon will rise.

Named for the season when the stag regrows his antlers, the Buck Moon has long been associated with strength, renewal, and the untamed wilderness. Other traditions know it as the Thunder Moon, the Hay Moon, or the Mead Moon, preserving memories of storms, harvests, and ancient midsummer feasts.

For Christians, the symbolism runs even deeper. The moon has long represented the Blessed Virgin Mary, reflecting not her own light but that of her Divine Son. The stag likewise recalls Christ, who tramples the serpent beneath His feet and leads the faithful toward the sacred waters of eternal life. The annual shedding and renewal of the stag’s antlers has long served as an allegory of resurrection and new life.

As the month draws toward its close, keep watch upon the night sky. Watch for the silent fall of meteors, and when the Buck Moon rises above the horizon, remember the poets who found voices in its silence.

Luna d’argiento, lass’ ’o sunnà,
vaselo ’nfronte, nun ’o sceta…

Silver moon, let him dream,
kiss his brow, do not wake him…
~ Salvatore Di Giacomo, Luna Nova

~ By Giovanni di Napoli, July 27th, Feast of San Pantaleone

Remembering Her Imperial and Royal Highness Luisa Maria, Grand Duchess of Tuscany and Archduchess of Austria

Photo courtesy of the Grand
Ducal House of Tuscany

Today, we commemorate the birthday of Her Imperial and Royal Highness Luisa Maria, Grand Duchess of Tuscany and Archduchess of Austria. Born a Princess of Naples and Sicily on 27 July 1773, she was the daughter of King Ferdinand IV of Naples and III of Sicily (later Ferdinand I of the Two Sicilies) and Queen Maria Carolina of Austria. Through her marriage to Ferdinand III, Grand Duke of Tuscany, she became Grand Duchess of Tuscany and Archduchess of Austria. As consort during the upheavals of the French Revolutionary and Napoleonic era, and as the mother of the future Leopold II, Grand Duke of Tuscany, she holds an enduring place in the history of the Grand Ducal House of Tuscany.

On this anniversary of her birth, let us remember Her Imperial and Royal Highness with gratitude and pray for the repose of her soul.

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Photo of the Week: Terpsichore, Muse of Dance, Playing a Lyre, Vatican Museums

Marble sculpture of Terpsichore, Muse of Dance, playing a lyre,
1st century A.D., Vatican Museums. Photo by New York Scugnizzo

New Book — The Neapolitan Enlightenment: Science, Medicine, and the Exchange of Knowledge

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• The Neapolitan Enlightenment: Science, Medicine, and the Exchange of Knowledge by Donato Verardi

Publisher: Anthem Press
Pub. Date: November 3, 2026
Hardcover: $110.00
Language: English
Pages: 250

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