The Distant Affair
Act I Soledad Loera woke with the taste of river silt on his tongue, the nightmare of drowning still clinging to his skin like wet wool. He was a magistrate in a city that had forgotten how to judge, and the first thing he saw was the empty velvet box on his desk where his sister’s jade pendant had rested for thirty-two years. The air in the room was still, broken only by the distant, hollow...
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