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“You have ten minutes,” he said.

She ducked under a low wooden beam, slid through a gap in a crumbling wall, and emerged into a hidden courtyard where a single olive tree grew, twisted and stubborn. An old woman sat on a stool, sheltered by a tarpaulin, smoking a thin cigar. Corazon Valiente

Ana turned to Graciela. “They will come for you.” “You have ten minutes,” he said

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