The Wistful Silence

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The ledger was heavier than it looked, or perhaps my hands had simply grown too light to hold what they once could. I am Antonia Nogales, and I remember the weight of the paper, the smell of the recycled ink that stained my cuticles a bruised purple. It is the smell of the school for wives, that place where we learned to stitch samplers that would outlast us, a place that smelled of damp wool...

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