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“Then at least he won’t be alone.”

She didn’t hesitate. She climbed over the rim and lowered herself into the dark. Mateo followed, his joints aching. At the bottom, there was no map. Only a tunnel of wet earth, and at the end of it, a faint, flickering light. almas perdidas

The boy turned. His eyes were river stones—smooth, beautiful, and empty. He did not recognize her. “Then at least he won’t be alone