The Faded Frontier

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The silence in Oaxaca had weight, a physical pressure that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Santiago Nogales, thirty-two and a junior inquisitor, felt it in his teeth as he climbed the seventy-one of the Tannery Steps, the stone worn smooth by centuries of anxious feet. He carried the vial in his left hand, the glass heavy and cold, containing the last of the tincture. The lower...

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