The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Every man in the valley knew the price of salt, but few knew the cost of keeping it. The kilns in the quarter of San Antón had been burning since dawn, turning the air into a thick, orange soup that stuck to the teeth. Rosario Figueroa stood by the bridge, watching the mule cough up froth. The beast was dying, a fact that meant nothing to the toll collector who demanded his silver for the...

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