The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One Ernesto Zamora’s hands did not tremble because he was afraid, but because the Rot was already eating the silver in his blood. The wind off the harbor took the washing lines taut and screaming, a physical fact that cut across the courtyard of the closed school where he had taken refuge from the heat. He stood before the debtor’s side of the courthouse, the marble hills of Oahu rising...

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