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Mara Diino
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Passages
It was plain to see that the blood of blue-eyed Spaniards coursed through her veins. A wild slew of Catalan-laced curses flew from her lips with enough fury to sink a fleet of ships. Such was her wrath, that in centuries to come, when the coeval becomes legend and legend then becomes myth, scorned lovers would invoke her name in their avenging retributions and sailors would light candles at the feet of her effigy in wave-carved seaside grottoes, hoping to assuage the ire of the women they were leaving behind.
