The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One Maria Madrigal had sixty years of dust in her lungs and a pension application due by Friday. The air in the ancestral house in San Miguel smelled of wet plaster and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. She stood before the central pillar, her fingers tracing the hairline cracks that spiderwebbed up from the foundation. The house was dying. It had been dying for a decade, but the...

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