The Distant Legend
Chapter One "Three strikes and you’re out, Montano, unless you want the boiler room to eat your pension," Inspector Duarte said, his voice flat as the canal water that had not risen in weeks. Ramon Montano stood in the soot-choked air of the textile hall, the bronze bell on the wall silent as a dead eye, and felt the weight of the new labor codes settle on his shoulders like wet wool. He was...
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