Madness or Foresight? The Widow Who Predicted Disaster
Even before the first block hit the ground, I felt it—a tension in the air that no one in San Laurel could name. Shadows moved strangely under the agave fields. Birds fell silent. And though no one would admit it, rumors whispered of a force bigger than wind, bigger than fear—something Mateo had known, something …
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