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The White Devils
It seemed logical for Teya and Coco to push their sleeping pallets together so they could talk at night without getting in trouble, and anyway, it was much warmer, sharing blankets and body heat. Teya had never had a best friend, and she didn’t even think about it that way – it just seemed natural to sleep like that, with her arm flung around the smaller girl.
On the days they were not required to brew chicha, or learn ceremonies, the girls would gather in couples or small groups to weave in the large communal hall. Teya recognised it as the Temple of the Three Windows, where, so many weeks ago, she had gazed out in awe at the misty-blue mountains, Mateo beside her, clutching her hand.
It had taken her some time to recognise it – the view was identical, and the mass
