A descent into the cellar of fear, where certainties crack and truth throbs beneath the damp wood. By Nuria Ruiz Fdez HoyLunes – The house breathed in silence. The wind from the Strait scratched the shutters with a long howl. Margarita had gone to bed a while ago, although Youssef sensed she would not sleep. He wouldn’t either. He…
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