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... fuge of green hills and slow wind, far from the suffocating heat of the port. The air there smelled faintly of wet earth and mango trees, and at dusk the sound of crickets replaced the noise of the city. The estates were large and elegant — painted walls, wide verandas, shaded gardens — the kind that showed wealth without needing to say a word. But sooner or later, everyone had to return to the city and face the duties of their life — including a dinner with the viceroy.
Francisco hesita ...
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