The Golden Harbor
Chapter One The light in the harbor did not behave as it should. I have always trusted the angle of the sun to mark my hours, from the first pale grey of dawn to the heavy gold of dusk, yet here, in the chapel by the water, the shadows moved against the source. I am Ignacio Echevarria, a postal rider on the mountain route, and I have seen things in my life that would make a lesser man turn...
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