The Faded Quadrant

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The valley of Oaxaca held its breath under a sky the color of old pewter, the market stalls draped in wet wool and the smell of roasting maize hanging heavy in the air as if the town itself were preparing for a long, cold sleep. Nazario Ybáñez stood at the mouth of the tithe barn, his hands wrapped around a clay mug of cold coffee, watching the flood officers count the sacks of grain that...

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