The Wistful Throne
Chapter One The river town of San Miguel hummed with the mechanical groan of the tannery, a sound that vibrated in the teeth of every soul who lived within the sound of the church bells, while the monsoon-green paddy fields stretched out to the ridgeline like a wet, breathing lung. The air was heavy with curing leather and the metallic tang of the river, a mixture that settled in the lungs and...
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