The Wistful Witness
Chapter One Could a signature be a kind of crime, Lupita Zepeda wondered, as she pressed her thumb against the damp blotter in the scriptorium, the air thick with the coppery tang of old blood and fresh ink. She was the last archivist in the ward, a title that meant more weight than power, tasked with preserving the municipal registry while the city gentrified around her, evicting the poor to...
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