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Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela, Spain. May 20, 12.32pm
Leaving Morgan by the pillar of St James, Jake walked towards the cloister, his steps quickening as the noise escalated.
The cathedral was hardly silent, but raised voices were attracting attention even amongst a multitude of pilgrims. The cloister was a large quadrangle that led to the cathedral relics and the Library. Its stone tessellated floor was surrounded by buttressed arches and opened out to the azure Spanish sky.
Jake stood behind one of the arched pillars and watched as three men argued with a gesticulating priest. He recognized them as ex-military operatives like himself from their stance and the faint shapes under their clothes indicated that they were armed. One had the pale horse tattooed on his arm.
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