The Faded Guest
Chapter One Manuel Iglesias believed that duty was a ledger, balanced and clean, a belief that had carried him through the soot-stained industrial sprawl of 1912 and into the cramped, wind-scoured terrace of his new home. He had spent the afternoon scrubbing the tablecloth, a fine white linen that cost more than a week’s wages for a seamstress, ensuring it was spotless for the banquet that...
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