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                                    Heretical Fishing - Chapter 1Book 4: : Tropica
                            
                                                            
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... ough the air, accented by the unerring trundle of wagon wheels over packed earth. The sun was beaming down from behind, casting our shadows over the treasure we’d procured from the old Osnan farm. It was an absolute mound of coffee, and despite being exposed to its aromatic scents for the entire day, they were still as lovely as the sun above and the woman beside me.
As if she could read my thoughts, Maria rested her head on my shoulder and let out a happy little sigh. “I’m glad we took ...
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