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“I was wandering through the cerros - the hills of the desert beyond town - at night, barely avoiding low heads of cactus. In the dark, their spines looked more menacing than they did under the sun. But then, I was a child. Everything looked menacing in the dark.”

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Book:Cece Rios and the Desert of Souls
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