The Golden Maze
Chapter One Santiago Valdes wiped grease from his forehead, the rag stiff with the cold damp of the slaughterhouse floor. He was forty-seven of Widow’s Landing, a number he carried like a stone in his pocket, though no one else in the university town seemed to know it. The moped with the rebuilt engine sat idling by the door, its kick-start lever trembling in the electric air before the storm....
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