The Wistful Petal
Chapter One The heat in the sugar town of Cienfuegos was a physical weight that crushed the air out of the lungs, making noon a time of day that simply did not exist, only a blurred, white void where the shadows of the new building stretched long and thin across the cracked pavement like the fingers of a drowning man. Amparo CastaƱeda, thirty-two and the night manager of the last franchise...
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