The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Act I My hands are already shaking as I press the quill into the wet clay, the ink of the Old Brick kilns running black down my knuckles, mixing with the sweat that has been pooling there since the rain began to hammer against the shutters. I am Soledad Renteria, and I am an inquisitor in a city where words have weight, where a poorly chosen syllable can snap a bone or a poorly bound contract...

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