The Fountain at the Center of the Universe

Chapter One Juan Ponce de Leon “Here I sit,” the weathered old man said. He was lanky and his hair, once black as night, was now white as summer clouds. His threadbare, colorless clothing hung on his bones like tattered sheets in a breeze. He was alone.  “I am Juan, Juan Ponce de Leon, a …

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