The Distant Journey
Chapter One "Put the cuffs on him before the ground shifts again." The voice was sharp, cutting through the low, rhythmic thrum that Concepcion Hinojosa felt in his teeth. He stood in the center of the plaza, the air heavy with the scent of roasting pork and wet stone, the smell of a festival that had turned sour. Around him, the townsfolk pressed together, their faces pale, eyes fixed on the...
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