The Golden Circuit
The sea fret had erased the coastline by nine o’clock, turning the Alentejo into a grey, featureless void where the wheat fields and the cork oaks were indistinguishable from the ash of old volcanoes. I am Fernando Nogueira, and I have come to the town of Salgadeira to save what is left of my sister Elena’s life, or at least to save the property that remains of it. I am a linguist, a man who...
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