The Golden Downtown
Act I Was it the gold that blinded him, or the weight of the silence? Manuel Montano stood in the center of the requisitioned bank branch, the frost outside killing the late beans in the olive groves beyond the glass. He was thirty-four, a border patrol agent in a town that was slowly becoming a mine, and he needed the promotion to supervisor to keep the roof over his family’s heads. The...
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