Nicholas raised his face from the collection of sinew and flshy matter that had been a Spanish sheep-herder. A crimson strand of spittle dangling from the corner of Nicholas’s mouth caught on the breeze and fluttered over the evening’s prey. Nicholas sniffed the air. He stood to his full heigh and sniffed again. The now unattended on the small, old man. The shepherd had had no to struggle or even to call pout. With his neck broken and his throat ripped open. His blood stained the land of his fathers. [download]
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