X. H. Rivadulla Corcón

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Through the cell’s tiny window, the early dawn light entered the room. The troubadour Buserán had already spent three days and nights confined there, completely alone. He didn’t know what was to become of him or if he was ever going to see his beloved Frolinda again. There in the dark cell he refused to resign himself to the only fate that awaited him, but what could he do to escape from it? It seemed as though there was absolutely nothing he could do. He moved closer to the window to look out at the sea and discovered that so much fog had fallen that day it was impossible to distinguish the horizon in the distance, the sea and the sky merging together as one.

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