The Distant Affair
Rosa Barros knew the cost of silence before she ever spoke it. Act I‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌‌⁠‍‍‌‌⁠​​​⁠‍‌​⁠‌​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‍‌​​​​​‍‌‍‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‍​‍​‌‍⁠⁠‍​‌‌‌‌​​⁠ The sea fret had erased the town by morning, turning the Porto docks into a white void where the only thing that remained was the sound of a slide rule tapped rhythmically against the desk of the customs shed. Rosa, thirty-two and stiff-jointed from a...
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