The Distant Journey
Chapter One Juan Uribe owed forty silver drachmas to the temple granary by Friday, a debt that sat in his chest like a stone. He was thirty-four, an actuary in a firm that smelled of wet wool and old paper, and he needed the promotion to pay it. The office was quiet, save for the hum of the ventilation and the scratch of pens. Outside, the rain hammered the glass, blurring the streetlights into...
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