The Golden Crossing

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Maria Echevarria remembered the weight of the gold before she remembered the sound of the rain, a heaviness that settled in her palms like a stone dropped into a well, pulling her gaze down to the tarnished band she polished with a cloth worn thin as onion skin. She sat in the cabin of the canal boat, the air thick with the hiss of the lanterns and the damp chill of the Galician ria, and she...

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