The Wistful Incense

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The pampas stretches flat and endless, a causeway of grass that drowns twice a day in the rising mist, swallowing the horizon until the world is nothing but grey water and the distant, rhythmic clang of the port cranes. In the shadow of the old ship chandler’s warehouse, where the air smells of tar and rotting kelp, Marisol Escobedo stands with her back against the damp brick, her hands shaking...

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