The Faded Masquerade

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Ramon Robles had worked as a dry cleaner in the Andalusian olive belt for thirty-two years, a fact that explained why his hands smelled of solvent and why he stood now, shivering in the drafty chapel of San Juan, clutching a wedding toast written on an index card. The year was 1348, though the air felt thick with the humidity of a sirocco that had not yet broken, and the light from the high...

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