The Ghosts of Oriente Past
<p>Apungent stench of urine. The homeless piled high in the bunker of Oriente station. I was searching for a pastry. Some sustenance. I’ve smelled fumes like this before. Never in peace time.</p>
<p>A subterranean concrete maze that left me dizzy. I was in no state to navigate this. My head was pounding.</p>
<p>I got too involved the previous night. Too engaged. My alarm clock woke us both. I shooed him like one shooed a pesky pigeon. You must leave. No time to explain. I had no time. There was no time.</p>
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