There are days when Otranto seems to have emerged from a novel. The sea turns silver, the walls are tinged with ancient shadows, and the wind that blows through the bastions of the Aragonese Castle whispers stories that never quite end. And then there are days, like Sunday, October 19th, when the line between reality and imagination dissolves completely. Because Halloween is approaching, and in the City of Martyrs, creativity stirs again, amid shadows, visions, and tales that gnaw at the imagination.
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