It was early afternoon when they arrived in the small coastal city of San Idra. They’d decided to get an inexpensive hotel for the night before crossing the border in the morning. Adam had extended a paltry olive branch, an invitation for a nice dinner later in the evening. Attached to the hotel was a small bar. Of all things possible, the rusty cantina…
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