The Pale Letter
Chapter One Rosario Zuniga stood in the courtyard of the Zuniga estate, the chill of the cellar rising through the flagstones to bite at his shins, while the gentry of the olive hills feasted inside and pretended not to see him. He was thirty-two, a captain by rank and a ghost by reputation, and the only sound that reached him from the banquet was the dull thud of a muffled bell buoy swinging...
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