The Golden Visit
Chapter One The Alfama district woke to the sharp, metallic clang of the rival yard’s work bell, a sound that cut through the damp spring air and rattled the windows of the imperial archive building. Manuel Xavier stood at the high window, his breath fogging the glass slightly, watching the river gorge below where the single stone span held the city together against the tide. He was thirty-four...
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