The Wistful Dinner

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Act I The wind in Patagonia does not blow so much as it erases, scouring the red desert of iron and spinifex until only the bones of the earth remain visible. Concepcion Zamudio, forty-two years old and an archivist of middling rank, sat in the lamp room of the abandoned mine, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the promotion he sought. He was here to silence the...

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