The Golden Myth
Chapter One The sertão held its breath before the storm, a vast, dry expanse where the dust from the road clung to the throat like sandpaper. In the small town of Oria, the air was still and heavy, thick with the heat that rose from the cracked earth of the fields and the cooling concrete of the municipal buildings. Refugio Naranjo stood at the window of the dispatch office, his hands resting...
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