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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 10: The Cistern
of Mouraria
The alleys of Mouraria pinched in close, the kind
of streets where daylight barely squeezed through.
Henry and Carolina walked side by side, past
laundry lines strung across windows and old men
smoking at doorsteps. This was not tourist Lisbon.
This was older. Worn. Waiting.
Carolina led him through the back streets,
moving fast, eyes scanning walls, tiles, even the
cracks in the pavement.
Henry tried to keep up. “You’re not guessing,
are you?”
She shook her head. “The fragment gave us a
path. Where the exiled carved their water. That
means Moorish ground. I mapped the old quarters
years ago. Only a handful of courtyards still sit
above the cistern lines.”
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