The Distant Temple

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The border was not a line on a map, but a scar in the earth that refused to heal. Concepcion Robles stood at the edge of the olive grove, his boots sinking into the damp soil, watching the black sap oozing from the ancient stone path that marked the territory. He was fifty-two years old, his knees aching with the particular stiffness of a man who had spent thirty years standing in the same...

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