"'I know you don't like me - whether by nature of my friendship with Carlos or your feelings about the Church. You lived under the rule of the Grand Turk. I can't imagine that experience endears you to a strange priest in a foreign land.'
'Indeed, no.'
A weak smile. A glint of amusement in those pale eyes; a shade of gratitude, perhaps, for the honesty. 'Nevertheless,' Bartolome said, 'I am here.'"
— Dec 03, 2025 06:24AM
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