On the penultimate day of the Giro d’Italia, we expected a showdown. What we got instead was silence, and a lingering sense that something slipped through our fingers.
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On the penultimate day of the Giro d’Italia, we expected a showdown. What we got instead was silence, and a lingering sense that something slipped through our fingers.