The Golden Farce
Salvador Loera asked the question before the first shot cracked the air, his voice lost in the sudden, deafening roar that tore through the night bus station. "Did you see the light?" he shouted at the driver, a man whose name was lost to the history of that cold September morning, but the driver only looked at the clock, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference, and began the tedious...
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