The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One The fog in the Oaxacan valley did not roll in so much as it rose, a wet, grey tide that swallowed the sound of the temple bells before they could reach the rooftops, turning the market town into a place where distance was a rumor and the air tasted of damp clay and rotting fruit. Reyna Zepeda walked through this white void with the heavy, deliberate gait of a woman carrying a debt...

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