The Distant Ghost
Chapter One The notice pinned to the conventillo door read: Quarantine Protocol 4: All persons with joint inflammation to report for inspection. Amparo Guzmán peeled the paper down, the adhesive tearing the plaster, and felt the familiar grind in her left knee, a sound like gravel under a boot. She was thirty, a spirit-weaver by trade, though in this smoke-choked town she was just the woman who...
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