His Untold Lies
Minutes later, Miaree and I were back in the car, shifting positions to pick up Marcy from her block.
The weather was sharp and bright—perfect for a Saturday escape to the ridge. The crisp, cool air of the late-year Ber months whipped against my face, balanced only by the direct heat of the morning sun. By ten o'clock, the three of us had rented bicycles and were pedaling down the main road. Marcy kept pulling ahead, her eyes wide as she took in the mountain scenery for the very first time.
We made our first stop at La Trinity, where the local builders had constructed a massive, towering structure out of grey granite slabs. Looking up at the sheer scale of the walls, it was impossible not to
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