The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Concepcion Urrutia stood at the edge of the quarry lake, the water unnaturally blue against the pale sky, and felt the cold snap in her left hand. It was a thirty-two-year-old’s hand, cracked and swollen, holding a cobbler’s last that did not fit the boot it was meant for. I had come to the debtor’s side of the courthouse not to plead, but to wait for the auction of my fishing license, a piece...

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