Domingo Villar

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The line of lights on the coast, the glimmer of the city, the white spray where the waves broke … It made no difference that it was dark and the rain was lashing against the windows. Whoever was visiting his flat for the first time invariably mentioned the view, as if compelled.

Luis Reigosa picked a CD from the shelf, put it on the hi-fi and poured the drinks into wide glasses, the rims of which he’d previously rubbed with lemon peel. He couldn’t know they’d be the last he’d ever pour.

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