The Golden Harbor
Chapter One Miguel Cortes wiped the condensation from the glass with a rag that smelled of lemon oil and old sweat, his hands moving in a rhythmic, desperate circle. The bar was empty save for the rain hammering against the cypress trees outside, a sound like static on a dead channel. He needed the money by Friday to pay off the student loan that had swallowed his father’s estate, a debt that...
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