The Golden Crossing

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Salvador Guzmán was thirty years old and owed the mill two hundred pesos, a debt his father had left like a stone in a shoe. I worked the loom in the valley town of Oaxaca, where the air tasted of wet clay and coal smoke, and the light came in low and yellow through the high windows. The foreman, a man with a face like a cracked walnut, took the golden thread from my hands. It was not gold, but...

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