The Distant Journey

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Salvador Cabrera had washed the same stain out of his uniform forty times, and by the time he turned thirty-four, the fabric in the elbows had worn thin as onion skin. He stood alone at the checkpoint, a dry, dusty stretch of earth that separated the paved road from the cypress knees of the flood-control channel, the air still and heavy before the wind could shift. The firewood stacked against...

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