The Distant Summer

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Fernando Macías stood in the fog that rolled off the harbor, the air heavy with wet ash and rotting cane, watching the city grind itself into submission before dawn. The sugar mill’s whistle shrieked, a long, metallic tear that cut through the mist and settled in the bones of everyone on the street. He clutched his portfolio, the leather worn smooth by years of nervous handling, and felt the...

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