The Distant Summer
Act I "You cannot settle the ledger with a ghost’s signature." The archivist’s voice was dry, like the sound of a page turning in an empty room. Santiago Pelayo stood in the municipal office, his fingers stained with the damp cold of the streets outside. He held the file for his father’s pension, a document that smelled of mildew and old paper, and watched the ink on the form seem to retreat...
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