The Golden Mirror
Chapter One Who stole the gold? The question hung in the damp air of the pawnbroker’s office, heavier than the humidity that warped the wooden floors. Soledad Beltrán stood by the counter, her fingers stained with the black residue of the type case, the q’s missing, a void in the alphabet that mirrored the gap in her own history. She was thirty-two, a runner for the firm, tasked with moving...
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