The Wistful Throne

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Soledad Macías pressed her shoulder against the sliding door of the freight car, forcing it open with a grunt that echoed off the corrugated steel walls. The air inside was thick, heavy with the smell of rusted iron and something sweeter, cloying, like overripe fruit left in the sun. She stepped over the threshold, her boots, caked in the red mud of the Florida swamplands, squeaking on the...

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