José led his men under the thick jungle canopy. Wet, fetid plants smeared grime over their polished breastplates. The oppressive heat weighed down upon them. Raucous birds and insects competed to outdo each other in a cacophony.
It was a stark contrast to his villa in Valencia. Once again, he swore undying enmity against his brother. He should be home ra…
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