The Wistful Saga
Chapter One Reyna Loera held the deed to the last acre, the paper brittle as dried mud, while the highland wind tore at the roof of her father’s ruin. She stood at the center of the estate, a sprawling skeleton of wood and rust, watching the municipal representative, a man named Silas, inspect the boundary stone with the cold detachment of an auditor. The stone marked the family’s line, the...
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