The Golden Suspect
Chapter One He had already seen the end, a grey smear of pavement where the petals would fall, so when Andres Vargas walked into the headquarters of the Agave Collective, the glass doors sliding shut with a hydraulic sigh, he felt the weight of the future pressing against his sternum. He was thirty-four, a man who had built his life on the architecture of silence, but today the silence was...
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