The Distant Legend
Chapter One "Three days, Loera. That is all the time the clock has left, and you are still fiddling with the mainspring as if it were a toy." Lupita Loera did not look up from the workbench. The heat in the conventillo was a physical weight, a thick, yellow blanket that pressed against the skin and stole the air from the lungs. It was the kind of heat that did not break at night, that hung in...
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