When Mother’s eyes finally flickered open, it was at the climax of the most horrific nightmare she had been having. The old city of Guanajuato was built on a maze of mining caves and surrounded by hills, and Son had been on top of one of those hills, threatening to jump. These hills were not dotted with wild grass or cacti, bristling bushes or crooked t…
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