![]() The AC was on maximum, and I felt that the strength had left my body, covered by a shiny film of sweat. ![]() I wasn’t praying, just trying to rub away the dried bloodstains. ![]() Now I was kneeling in my room at Casa Chico, hunched over my bag. The dark attracted the sunshine, but at least blood drops were less visible. ![]() “Wear something dark”, everyone was telling me days before the Maleldo Festival.
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