The Wistful Crossroads
Chapter One By the time the orchid turned to ash in her pocket, Ofelia Arellano had already lost the pension, the apartment, and the right to walk past the Ministry gates without a guard at her elbow. She remembered the afternoon the wind died down, leaving the Patagonian steppe holding its breath, and she stood in the archive holding the withered flower that had been her only companion since...
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