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Chapter One In the year 1342, the air in the Florida swamplands did not smell of pine or mud, but of the stale, metallic tang of a company store ledger closing for the last time. Ernestina Valenzuela stood before the Duke’s tribunal, a space that was not a room but a fenced-off quarry lake, the water high and black, reflecting the pale sky with a indifference that felt personal. Her brother,...
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