Chapter 309 “Emiliano. Word is your paintings suddenly arrived here from Mendoza.” Lourdes set an empty jar down on the main altar as he spoke. Apparently Emiliano was deep in his work; he kept on with his brushstrokes as if he hadn’t heard, then a beat later, startled, he turned his head downward. “Mendoza?” “Weren’t all your paintings supposed to...
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