The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The salt pans stretched to the horizon, a grid of white squares where the sun boiled the sea into powder. Men in wide-brimmed hats moved in silent rows, raking the crystals into piles that glinted like broken teeth. Amparo Guzmán watched them from the doorway of her workshop, her hand resting on the cool brass of the bronze razor, a tool her grandfather had used to trim the edges of his...

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