The Golden Harbor
Act I Veronica Naranjo, thirty-two, pit deputy between the masters and the men, knew the weight of a debt before she knew the weight of a man. The heat in the pueblo was a physical thing, a thick wall that made noon impossible, pressing against the skin of the vine slope above the drowned valley. I held the golden chalice in my hands, its surface cold and humming, a vibration that traveled up...
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