The Pale Mist
Chapter One The copper fields of the Basque coast shimmered under the midday heat, a landscape of monsoon-green paddy stretching to the ridgeline where the threshing floor waited for the grain. The parish bell tolled twice, marking the hour for the tax boat’s arrival, a sound that cut through the dry air with the sharpness of a blade. Ramon Uribe, a translator for the palace, stood at the edge...
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