The Distant Threshold

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Act I Fernando Domínguez scrubbed the stains from the linen, his hands raw and red in the cold water of the basin. The smell of lye and wet wool hung heavy in the laundry room, a thick fog that clung to his clothes. He needed to find the ledger. The missing book held the proof that the foreman, a man who smelled of cheap tobacco and authority, had stolen the company’s funds. Fernando wanted his...

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