The Distant Journey

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Act I Ofelia Fuentes stood in the mud of the Rope Walk, number eighty-four, her boots sinking into the wet clay as the monsoon turned the street into a brown river. She was thirty-two, a city guard for six years, and she wanted the silver chalice in her hands to be the proof that earned her the Captain’s rank. The object was stolen from the parish archive, a heavy thing of tarnished metal that...

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