I Had Nothing After Prison Until I Discovered a Cave That Gave Me a New Start

said quietly, and the men behind him moved.

Behind Aitana, Jacinto stepped out of the cellar entrance.

He was carrying the oil lamp in one hand. In the other he held his grandfather’s old hunting rifle, which he carried with the ease of a man who had been using one for forty years and was not confused about its purpose.

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