The Distant Nightmare

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Chapter One You learn the weight of a place by how it holds your breath, and in this town the air tasted of wet ash and old sugar. I was forty-two, standing on the border wall work site where the concrete still wept, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the slow erosion of my own name. Fernando Bermudez, the paper said, but the ink blurred before my eyes, a localized cost for the years...

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