The Distant Journey

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Concepcion Iturbe was already counting the coins when the ink began to move, her fingers slick with the damp that rose from the cellar floor and settled in the hollows of her knuckles. The Imperial Mint in 1904 smelled of iron filings and cold sweat, a scent that had seeped into the wool of her apron until it was indistinguishable from her own skin. She worked the scale with a speed that...

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