The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One Dolores Montano’s hands were already slick with the cold, black sludge of the river mud when she reached for the silver locket. She knelt in the damp grass of the abandoned canal bed, the willow branches locking around her shoulders like a cage, and pulled the blade from her apron pocket. The metal was smooth, worn by decades of her mother’s thumb, but the blade was sharp, a thin...

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