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I.11 The dinner party.

I don’t know how long I stayed in this garden. Although I seem to recall the passing of time, the heat of the morning journey and the overwhelming sensations among the flowers left me drowsy and barely able to move. 536 more words

Lorenzo

I.8 Restlessness

As soon as we entered the small, dimly-lit room, with a smell of warm spices coming from the attic, Salvacion took off her coat and slouched down on the bed next to the door with an audible groan. 460 more words

Lorenzo

I.7 Ernesto Aranjuez

I ate the fruit slowly and tried to regain composure. We followed the main street to the temple, a narrow rectangular structure standing on a stone platform above a couple of stairs, with an arched front and a bell-tower on the far east corner. 369 more words

Lorenzo

I.5 The town of hope

We were escorted toward the fountain plaza by a throng of cheerful people, talking loudly among the cries of excited children. My mind was hazy from the exhausting journey through the desert and the sudden turn of events. 391 more words

Lorenzo

I.4 Welcome to Esperanza

As we hastened towards the earthen cabins on the outskirts of the town, I finally tore my eyes from the dream-like vision, which persisted, radiating in the sunlight, although at every instant I had expected it to fade like a monstrous mirage. 469 more words

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I.3 The rainbow

“We need to stop” was her first intelligible comment since her last oath in front of the inn. And stop she did. In the middle of the desert, her usual vial in hand and burning a dessicated bush along our path with a flick of the wrist to give off some light. 301 more words

Lorenzo

I.2 A standard inspection mission

Salvacion and I had been dispatched from the Temple of the city of Alba three days ago, on a standard inspection mission. The place was called Esperanza, one of those ironic names which naïve settlers give to the towns on the border of the desert. 303 more words

Lorenzo