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At dusk she threaded the town’s alleys with the patience of a tracker. She asked at the cantina—the deputy’s grin was less easy now, lips pressed together like a man saving wind for later. She asked at the bus depot, where a woman with tired eyes remembered a cousin who left with a suitcase full of bad luck and good intentions. She asked the boys who played cards under the streetlight; they traded gossip like currency.

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