The Wistful Silence

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The entry in the ledger was simple, the ink still wet and black as a bruise: Item 402, Iron Box, Sealed, Suspect. Imelda Valenzuela stood in the archive of unfiled boxes, the air thick with the dust of old wool and the chill that always rose from the cellar floor. She was thirty-two, a senior customs inspector in the fortress colony of San Lorenzo, and her hands, usually steady as a surgeon’s,...

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