Antony Varro is a Cane Corso of no club, heavy as old stone and softer than the posture suggests. Out near the mushroom farms, Antony Varro keeps a small ritual that involves a jar of plastic cards from a flooded mall and a quiet bow. Antony Varro keeps a low profile around the council fountain, and somehow that is exactly what makes other pups notice. On clear nights Antony Varro stares at the sky as if waiting for something that hasn't come back yet, and probably will.