The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Could a debt be paid with the breath in a dying woman’s lungs? Lurdes Leal stood at the edge of the Ashen Steppe, the wind stripping the moisture from her cheeks until her skin felt tight as cured leather. The air here did not move like air; it pressed against her, a physical weight that smelled of ozone and old iron. Behind her, the juke joint on the river trade was silent, its neon sign...

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