The Distant Summer

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Act I The light in San Isidro did not warm; it pressed. Esperanza Beltrán stood at the gate of the guild hall, her breath held tight in her chest, watching the Master Weaver inspect the ledger of debts. She was twelve, small for her age, with hands that had already learned the roughness of wool and the sting of kerosene smoke. The Master, a man named Don Mateo whose face was a map of old scars,...

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