The Distant Summer

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Chapter One Marisol Fuentes hauled the heavy wool cloak over her shoulders, the fabric stiff with salt and old sweat. Her hands, raw and bleeding, gripped the collar as she stepped onto the metal grating of the dock, the wind from the Patagonian steppe tearing at the hem. The air here tasted of iron and decay, a metallic sweetness that coated the back of her throat. She needed to finish the...

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