Making Past Perfect
Lito snapped, slapping his nephew hard across the face in a desperate attempt to snap him out of it.
But Tino only smiled, a foolish, love-struck grin plastered on his face.
Later at night, deep in the heart of the forest, far from the warmth and light of Juanita and Diego’s home, Corazon stood before an altar of blackened stone. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting eerie shadows that danced across the clearing. Her hands hovered over a small wooden doll, the likeness of Tino etched into its crude features. Her lips moved silently as she chanted ancient words of power, summoning dark spirits to aid her in her twisted desires.
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