The Distant Legend
Act I In the sugar town of La Cauce, the water rose twice a day, swallowing the causeway and leaving only the high ground dry. Concepcion Urrutia, forty-two, the Palace Archivist, sat in her bed-sit with the dust settling on her tongue, tasting of chalk and old paper. She wanted to clear her name. The "Ghost of the Ledger" was a fraud, she told herself, though her hands trembled as she scrubbed...
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