8 The air in the longhouse was thick with the scent of dried herbs and the bitter smoke of the hearth. For seven years, the “Hidden Settlement” had flourished in the damp shadows of the virgin forest, but its architect had withered. Nahui, once the soft prince of a gilded palace, was now a hollowed-out…...
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