The Golden Master
Chapter One The heat in Andalusia did not break at night; it merely changed its texture, becoming a dry, physical weight that pressed against the skin like a wet wool blanket. Antonio Iturbe stood in the queue outside the temporary employment agency in the red dust of the olive estates, his hands resting on the leather steering wheel of his funeral hearse, the engine off, the silence inside the...
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