The Distant Metropolis
Act I The border town of Santa Fe del Valle hummed with the mechanical grind of the customs checkpoint, where trucks groaned under the weight of frozen meat and raw cotton, their drivers shouting across the line in a mix of Spanish and English that frayed at the edges like old rope. The single bronze bell on the municipal clock tower rang the hour, a sharp, metallic note that cut through the...
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