Chapter 2 Ever since my children were born, Cárcel Escalante had always had a firm plan. He would hold an ostentatiously noisy naming ceremony in Calstera, sweep away his unusually doting parents and those tiresome in-laws from Calstera altogether, then, without a backward glance, heave up anchor and set sail with his family for Ille Tasha. In between, of course,...
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