The Distant Legend

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The shuttle moved in Manuel Serrano’s palm, a heavy, warm oval of seasoned pear wood that hummed against the skin like a living thing. He stood at the town gate, the plateau wind tearing at the hem of his coat, watching his apprentice, a boy named Tomás, pack his few possessions into a cart. The boy did not look up; he was too busy counting the coins for the road, his face tight with the fear...

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