Part 37:
link As they proceed further along, the countryside changes into rolling vistas dotted with farms. All that Guinevere sees is green: Trees, hedgerows, ivy-covered farmhouses. caballos graze here and there, twitching their tails in the morning sunlight.
Fifteen minutos away from their destination, Arthur makes a call.
“Roger? Arthur Pendragon. We’ll be there in fifteen. Thanks, mate.”
“What was that?” Gwen asks.
“Caretaker. My father has a local gent look after...
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