Excerpt:

It’s a wonderful day to stroll through Campo Grande. The trees are beginning to change their colors, turning the park into a fantastic palette of greens, ochres, yellows, and deep reds. The scent of resin and earth mingles with that of roasted chestnuts from the street vendors. People enjoy the good weather, oblivious to what’s happening on the city’s outskirts. Mencía, however, cannot afford that luxury. That’s why she’s the only one walking in a hurry.

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