The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Lupita Renteria’s hands were slick with the grease of the hot plate when the knock came. She did not look up. The pan hissed, the oil popping against the cold cast iron, a sound like small bones breaking. She was thirty-two, a district nurse in a mining borough where the charter had been bought cheap and the roads were rotting in the thaw. The wind off the Patagonian steppe rattled the single...

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