The Wistful Silence

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"Look at the light, Ricardo. It is already past four, and the well on the neighbor's land is still dry." The High Priest, a man whose face was a map of old droughts, spoke from the shadow of the stone pillar. He did not look at Ricardo directly, but at the object in his hands, a cracked shard of glass no larger than a thumbnail. They stood in the ruins of the court, a place that had once held...

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