The Golden Song
Chapter One Concepcion Nogales wiped the ink from his right hand, the rag already stiff with the black slurry, while the bell in the reclamation yard tolled the hour with a dull, metallic thud that vibrated through the soles of his boots. He was twenty years old, and his father, Santos, lay three rooms away coughing blood into a basin that had not been emptied since Tuesday, the smell of...
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