The Distant Legend

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The border of the salt flats was not a line on a map but a physical weight, a jagged ridge of white crystals that bit into the ankles and the soul. Mildred Tillman, thirty-two and hollowed out by three years of grief and debt, walked this ridge with her mother’s ledger tucked under her arm, the leather cover sweating in the damp air. She had come to sell the book to Magistrate Vane, a man whose...

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