The Wistful Saga
Chapter One The salt trade moved through the high moor like a slow, gray tide, the pack mules shifting their weight against the wind as the morning fog burned off by ten to reveal the stark, shelterless expanse of the Andalusian estates. Rafael Valdes stood at the edge of the temple courtyard, his hands rough from the day’s labor, watching the dust settle on the cobblestones where the granary...
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