The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Chapter One The water was black and it did not taste of earth. Sylvio Laraque woke with the taste of iron on his tongue and the sound of a slide rule tapping a desk in the silence of the room. He was thirty-two years old, a border patrol agent in the Black Belt, where the wheat dusted the windowsills like gray snow. He wanted the pension. He needed the pension to pay for Elena’s lungs, which...

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