The Golden Suspect

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The heat in the union office was a physical weight, pressing against the back of my neck. I sat at the desk, the wood warped by years of damp, and watched the radio operator, Mateo, adjust the dial with a steady, practiced hand. The static hissed, a dry, cold sound like the font of a church bell struck in winter, cutting through the humid air. We were waiting for the signal from the sugar mill,...

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