The Faded Paradox
Chapter One Who pays for the silence of a man who has been erased? Santiago Molina sat in the driver’s seat of the jeep, the engine idling with a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrated through the soles of his boots. The air inside the cabin was thick, stale with the scent of old tobacco and the metallic tang of rust, a smell that had long since replaced the fresh, green odor of the olive groves...
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