The Golden Suspect
Chapter One Pilar Vargas walked the long, dusty road to San Miguel with her father’s gold signet ring in a cloth bag, the weight of it a small, sharp stone against her hip. She was twelve years old, and the dry season had turned the olive estates into a landscape of cracked earth and brittle leaves, like dune country reclaiming the road. Her task was simple: present the ring to the Magistrate...
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