The Wistful Mirror
Chapter One The valley market in Oaxaca moved with the heavy, rhythmic labor of a thousand hands sorting chiles, weighing corn, and haggling over the price of mule feed, a commerce that turned the dusty streets into a river of brown and green. In the shadow of the loess cliffs, where dwellings were carved into the soft earth like teeth in a jaw, the heat pressed down on the thatched roofs of...
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