The Wistful Petal
Who was she, really, when the walls came down? Estrella Quintero stood in the center of the main hall, her hands resting on the rough-hewn brick, feeling the absolute absence of the spirit she had once claimed to channel. The dust settled on her shoulders like a shroud that had been waiting for twenty years to be put on. She did not move. She simply watched the bare foundation of the house, the...
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