The Faded Guest
Chapter One Amparo Quintero had not slept in four days, and the damp in her cellar had begun to taste of copper. The air in the shop was heavy with indigo and the stale, metallic tang of the rain that had been falling since Tuesday, a weather that felt less like water and more like a weight pressing down on the roof tiles. She stood before the largest vat, her hands submerged up to the wrists...
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