High above the once Moorish and still whitewashed villages of Los Guajares on a remote pass that straddles the ancient high road to Granada there sit two separate old structures facing each other across a road. Both are falling into disrepair and signs warn of danger and not to enter. Locals need no such warning as they already steer clear of the ruins, the few four by fours that occasionally take this road, passing quickly, their drivers without desire to stop. You see, on certain nights it is said light can be seen pouring from the turret of the one windowless structure, accompanied by haunting sounds from deep within its belly. No one ventures here at night.
The Red Palace…
I find myself up here one day collecting wood for the fireplace, when I turn the last bend in the road and at the time unbeknown to me, come across the palace of the last Moorish Princess of Andalusia. This is her story…
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