The Wistful Silence

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The water in the ria moves like a slow, grey tongue against the cypress roots. Concepcion Zuniga stands in the office of the toll-bridge house, the wool shawl wrapped so tightly around her shoulders that it has become part of her body, a second skin of coarse brown yarn. She is forty-two of Lantern Yard, a title that belongs to no map but lives in the mouths of the neighbors, and here she waits...

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