Conclave notebook: a ringside seat for first day of smoke

Under a darkening evening sky with seagulls and flashing drones swooping over the crowd crammed into St Peter’s Square, the black smoke finally came at 9 p.m. from the Sistine Chapel. The crowd roared but the dark soot-like colour came as no surprise. The starting gun had gone off for the race to win the
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