The Pale Mist
Chapter One Fernando Ybáñez was forty-five years old, and his hands, which had once broken the necks of men in the border skirmishes, now trembled with a palsy that no amount of discipline could quiet. He stood on the porch of the schoolhouse, the wind cutting through the slate hills that split the flat landscape like broken teeth, while Elena watched him from the doorway. She did not speak;...
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