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“You’ll become lost, too.”

“No,” said the boy. “You’re here.” almas perdidas

“Mamá?” he whispered.

The woman held her son tighter. “Then I’ll stay.” “You’ll become lost, too

She didn’t hesitate. She climbed over the rim and lowered herself into the dark. Mateo followed, his joints aching. At the bottom, there was no map. Only a tunnel of wet earth, and at the end of it, a faint, flickering light. “You’ll become lost

He led her not to the river, but to the old cemetery on the hill, where the forgotten graves leaned like crooked teeth. At the center stood a cistern, dry for a hundred years, its mouth a black circle.

The woman stepped forward anyway. She knelt in the mud and held up the little white shoe.