The Golden Song
Chapter One Refugio Macías had served ten years in the swamps, and his knees ached for every penny of it. He stood at the gate of the Fort, the air heavy with rotting algae and the hiss of gas lamps flickering in the damp. He was there to escort a prisoner, a task that meant leaving his post, which meant leaving Mateo behind. Mateo was in solitary, locked in the dark cell beneath the command...
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