The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One Xochitl Arellano had thirty-two years of stone dust in her lungs and a debt to the clan that could not be paid with words. She stood in the chapel, the cold biting through her coat, which was three sizes too large and faded to the color of old bone. The Breath of Stone was rising off the eastern wall, a localized wind that eroded mortar only when spoken to with doubt. Mateo was...

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