The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The debt collector was her brother, and he stood in the doorway of the reclamation yard, his face a map of the canal locks that had swallowed their father’s life, demanding the water rights that Ernestina Villaseñor had spent forty-two of NineElm Crossing years trying to secure. She held the school slate, half-erased, in her calloused hands, the chalk dust mixing with the red clay of the...

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