The Distant Clue
Chapter One Could a man buy his way out of a curse with a pension? Teodoro Solórzano asked the question aloud, though no one in the dining hall was listening. He sat at the long table in the workhouse, the linoleum cold through his boots, and watched the Bishop raise his glass. The room smelled of boiled cabbage and damp wool, a thick, suffocating scent that clung to the curtains. Teodoro was...
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