The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Act I In the valley, the soil did not forgive, and neither did the debt. Soledad Escobedo stood at the iron stove, her hands slick with the grease of rendered pork and the dust of dried cempasúchil, grinding the roots into a paste that smelled of wet earth and old copper. The tenement stairwell behind her groaned under the weight of the landlord, Don Anselmo, who had come up to collect the...

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