The Golden Crossing
Chapter One "Tell me again why I can’t go in, Don Mateo. Just one time, for the boy’s sake." Reyna Loera stood at the gate of the manor, her boots caked in the grey mud of the favela’s single road. The drizzle had been falling for three days, a physical weight that soaked through her coat and settled into the bones. It was not rain so much as a persistent, cold mist that turned the asphalt into...
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