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And then, the governor arrived.

Alonso looked at the governor. Then he looked at his people. He thought of the first year, the cave, the roots, the fish, the tree he had carved. He thought of Huara's hand on his chest. El Fundador

Alonso smiled. It was a slow, weary smile, carved by the same wind that had carved the valley. And then, the governor arrived

That night, Huara gave birth to a girl. Alonso held her in his arms, her face scrunched and furious and alive. El Fundador