The Wistful Letter
Could a woman truly be redeemed by the weight of another’s death? Dolores Serrano asked the question into the damp air of the fire station, where the alarm bells had rung for a false start and the men were already pouring beer into mugs that sweated in the heat. She was thirty-two, a penitent nun in a crumbling monastery on the Basque coast, and she carried a forged royal seal in her bodice, a...
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