The Faded Frontier

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Esperanza Hinojosa had always believed that memory was a debt one paid in full, a ledger balanced by the weight of facts. She stood now in the doorway of the archive, her hand resting on the splintered wood of the frame, watching the rust-colored water seep from the limestone wall. It was not a leak. It was a confession. The stone wept when lies were spoken within its reach, a rule of the city...

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