The Golden Myth
Chapter One You will remember the cold long before the heat, the way the damp seeped into the joints of your knees in the colonias, a physical weight that made the uniform feel less like armor and more like a shroud. It was the fall of the Wall, a phrase the news anchors used with the casual horror of men describing a house fire, while in the manor on the escarpment, Nazario Solórzano stood...
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