The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Chapter One The wind in Patagonia does not blow; it erodes. It strips the slate hills flat and wears the paint off the signal tower until only the rusted iron remains, a skeleton against the grey sky. I am Estrella Arellano, the distillery watchman, and I am thirty years old, which is too old for a woman to be alone in a place where the debt collectors knock with the regularity of a church...

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