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t was so dark, I could only follow Salvador by the crunch of his boots. How he was finding theturns on those steep switchbacks without straying over the edge, I didn’t really want to know. Buthe’d proven me wrong with his psychic navigation when he was driving us through the woods, so Iowed it to him to shut up, pay  move, and … and …Wait. What happened to the crunching?

“Salvador?”

Nothing. Shit.

“Salvador!”

“.No pases por aquí!” he called from somewhere ahead of me. Don’t go this way
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“What’s the prob—”

“Calla.” Shut up.

I callaed and stood in the dark, wondering what the hell was wrong. Minutes passed. Not a soundfrom Salvador. “He’ll be back,” I told myself. “He would have screamed if he had fallen. You’dhave heard something. A crash. Something. But damn, he’s taking a long—”