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... d rifles of the escolta aimed at the closed door.
A few soldiers were hugging the walls near the edges of the yard, occasionally risking a peek around the corners to check for enemy movements. Everyone was tense.
Just about twenty meters ahead stood the cluster of houses that formed a perimeter around the presidencia. These were the homes of Buenavista’s small elite—families that had held onto government posts in the far-flung town for decades. For them, it had been practical to ...
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