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Chapter Sixty-One
To Market
It was not long before Keelan and Marcel were weaving their way through the crowded aisles of the large market near the waterfront. Marcel stopped at one of the stalls and began to negotiate intently with a short, wrinkled woman over the price of ropes of garlic and dried peppers.
Keelan’s olfactory senses were bombarded with fresh and rotting fruit, livestock of all kinds, and the sharp tang of humanity in general. Thankfully, a slight breeze wafted in from the sea and helped to dissipate the odors a bit. It was still humid, and the bandages serving to both protect her wounds and bind her breasts were already damp with sweat. She was grateful for the large straw hat Mrs. Schoen had given her. It protected her head from the merciless rays of the sun and h
