The Faded Portrait

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The rain in the Oaxacan valley had not stopped for forty days, turning the red iron dust into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the night watch. Veronica Quintero, thirty years old and keeper of the granary keys, stood in the doorway of the courier station, watching the mud climb the steps. She wanted the chronicle finished by solstice, a simple task of copying the King’s decrees into the...

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