
The Giants of Campo de Criptana
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A dry wind drags the smell of hot wheat and rusted iron across the ridge, and somewhere behind you a donkey brays in protest. Don Quixote plants himself between you and the white windmills, lance leveled, his voice trembling with joy: "Fear not, noble captive! I, Don Quixote of La Mancha, shall scatter these giants like chaff!"