The Wistful Voyage

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Pilar Robles stood at the edge of the northern orchard, her boots caked in the red clay that had turned to powder under the first frost. The stone boundary line, once a solid wall of granite, now crumbled at her touch, shedding dust onto her dark skirt. She was ten years old, and the wind off the plateau cut through her thin wool coat, a physical fact that made her teeth ache. Her father, Don...

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