The Golden Crossing
Chapter One "Put the lid back on, Ernestina, before the whole valley smells of rot." The voice did not come from the dark, but from the heavy oak door that sealed the cellar, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and into the soles of her bare feet as she knelt in the damp. Ernestina Beltrán did not turn, her back rigid against the cold stone, her hands trembling as she held...
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