The Golden Oath
Chapter One The river town of San Isidro de la Paz moved with the heavy, sludgy rhythm of a machine that had been running too long on bad oil, the loess cliffs carved with dwellings standing like eroded teeth against the gray sky, and it was in this town that Crescencio Arellano stood before the High Warden’s desk, his knuckles white against the wood, demanding his brother’s release from the...
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