The Wistful Witness

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Act I Crescencio Beltrán, forty years old and a quarantine officer at the port, stood before the Deputy Minister’s desk with a trembling hand. The air in the office smelled of wet wool and the distinct, metallic tang of fear. On the windowsill, the orchid that had once belonged to my mentor, Don Ignacio, had turned black and brittle overnight. Its leaves curled inward, dead and dry, a small...

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