The Distant Clue
Could a man hold his ground when the mud itself conspired against him? Chapter One The rain fell with the weight of a verdict. Bernardino Esteves, thirty years old and soaked to the bone, drove his shoulder into the smuggler’s ribs. The man was heavy, reeking of whale oil and fear, but the mud of the Alfama steps offered no purchase. Bernardino’s boots slid. He grunted, a sound trapped in his...
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