The Distant Legend

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Act I The dream always ended with the smell of rust and wet iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Guadalupe Castañeda’s throat before his eyes even opened. He woke in the narrow bed of his apartment on twenty-three of Gallows Corner, the air thick with the damp cold that seeped through the single pane glass. It was the third week of the strike, and the union fund was nearly spent, the...

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