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It had taken Alondra’s most imperious tones to get even this modicum of privacy with her husband. She wished for the quiet of their bedroom with its understated elegance. Instead, the adobe walls crumbled when her fingers brushed them, the bars on the windows were a mass of rust. Must permeated the ever parched air. She clutched her shawl close about her shoulders and ran a thumb across her wedding band. One more time she opened her mouth to plead with her husband, but before she could speak Rinaldo cut her off.