The Distant Joke
Chapter One Refugio Domínguez remembered the weight of the ladder before the cold of the cellar, a specific, jagged burden that had defined his existence in the valley market town for three years. He was thirty-two, a scholar of the Order of the Silent Leaf, though in this sixteenth-century Ottoman-tinged corner of Oaxaca, that title meant little more than a man who could read the cracks in an...
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