The Pale Path
Chapter One Antonia Delgado remembered the smell of the cellar before she saw the fog. It was a thick, yeasty weight that pressed against the back of her throat, the scent of the wine that was supposed to save them. She stood in the staff canteen, the broken jukebox silent in the corner, and watched Julian cross the courtyard. The fog had come in off the port, turning the olive groves into...
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