The Distant Temple

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Act I Esperanza Fuentes scraped the rust from the canning line with a wire brush, the metal shrieking against the concrete. The factory floor was slick with brine and blood, the air heavy with rotting sardines and machine oil. She was thirty-two, a clerk by day and a nurse in the school dental clinic by night, though the pay at the clinic was barely enough to cover the rent that had tripled...

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