The Wistful Letter

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Act I The gaslights along Paseo de la Reforma sputtered against the sudden cold, their amber glow cutting through the fog that had rolled in from the lake overnight, illuminating the iron gates of the Penitentiary where the air smelled of wet stone and stale tobacco. Inside, the sub-basement banquet hall was a roar of clinking crystal and low, conspiratorial laughter, a feast of roasted fowl...

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