The Wistful Mountain
Act I "Entry 402: Debt for powder, unpaid. Three years." The ledger line stared up from the damp table, the ink blurred by the meltwater rising in the cellar of the parish registry. Manuel Jarama, twelve years old and missing two fingers on his left hand from a mill accident, clutched his father’s silver belt. The metal was cold, heavier than it looked, and it smelled of old gunpowder and fear....
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