the cockroaches encroach in this dark alley, following a mythical sailor not far from the salty sea...
but Corto Maltes dances no more - his mother's gypsy blood having curdled with his father's english gore - and we slash a fateline through Zaragoza before dawn to follow the Ebro to a lost continent of mute stones and secret roses...
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