The Wistful Mountain

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Every charter in the colony was a lie, a paper shield against the void that no one had bothered to read. Lupita Beltrán knew this because the steam in the laundry rose in ghosts, curling around her wrists like the hands of the dead, and the air tasted of iron and old sweat. She stood before the clerk, a man whose name was forgotten by the time he spoke, demanding the wool coat of her brother,...

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