The Distant Summer
Esperanza Solórzano looked back from the vantage of the closure, the for-profit school’s doors already padlocked, to the three nights she had spent guarding a dead thing. She had wanted only to buy her brother’s time, to trade her wit for his freedom from the debtors’ pit, but the mountain had asked for her soul instead. The air in the valley of Solórzano, though it smelled of the sea in that...
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