The Wistful Mirror
Act I Ofelia Castañeda was thirty years old, possessed of a tavern license that had been revoked for unpaid debts, and stood now in the mud of the Florida swamplands, her boots sinking into the black earth with a sound like wet bread tearing. The dry thunder had cracked the sky three days prior, leaving the air heavy and still, a physical weight that pressed against her lungs as she hauled the...
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