The Wistful Witness
Chapter One Veronica Domínguez, thirty-two, had a lease with a personal guarantee on her name and a debt that weighed more than the sacks of dried chilies stacked in her back room. The call-center floor in the valley had gone quiet three years ago, leaving only the hum of the lathe in the workshop next door, a sound that scraped against the inside of her skull every dinner. She was a master...
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