The explanation was cold: an “experiment” in peaceful settlement. A way to avoid further bloodshed. A place where Jimena might, at last, be “of use.” The words were heavy, and yet, amid the shock, something else stirred in her chest. Could a life beyond marble and mirrors feel like breath?
A House of Adobe, A Meeting of Equals
The hut was simple and clean, its doorway cut square against the blinding brightness. Tlacael stepped from its shade like a figure carved from the land itself. Broad-shouldered, dark-haired, quiet-eyed, he regarded the arriving party with steady calm.
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