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as though she had been handed something precious.
One by one, the others took a cup.
Marisol sat at the far end of the steps.
Not at the center.
Not outside.
There.
The night deepened around them. The lanterns swung gently. The rain that had followed them through so many turning points was gone, replaced by a sky full of clear stars.
Rafael looked at his continue reading …
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