The Golden Suspect

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Maria Carbajal Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‍‍‍‍‌‌‍‌‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‍‍‍‌‍‍‍‍⁠‌⁠‍‍⁠‍⁠‌‍‍⁠⁠ The salt marshes had turned silver under the late November sun, the water receding to reveal the black mud where the eels had been pulled hours before. The town of Donostia smelled of brine and wet wool, the market’s tarp snapping in the wind like a loose tooth. I sat in the front room of the...

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