The Distant Nightmare

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Act I "Who is lying, Teodoro?" The question hung in the cold air of the ferry crossing, heavier than the rusted iron compass in the suspect’s boot. The January thaw had tricked the orchards into budding early, but the wind off the river still cut through the wool of the patrol coat. Teodoro Bermudez, thirty-four, held the device. It was cold, its face cracked, a mirror of the fracture in his...

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