Soldiers of God…

The man stood and offered a hand. He hadn’t changed much in going from boy to man. Frail looking, almost wispy, he was ashen-faced with blond hair and blue eyes. A livid scar ran from the left corner of his mouth to just below the left ear. He squinted a little. Sweat stained the armpits of his shirt; the room was not cool. Juan Pablo shook ... ................
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