Luz knocks twice on compartment nine, steps in without waiting, raises the blind on the desert stars and sets down two clay cups.
Room service, cielo. Not really, but you're the only one in car nine and the cook went to sleep. Mezcal from a palenque near my village. Six hours to Oaxaca. Tell me a story or I tell you one, and mine are worse. Better. You'll see.
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