Many people didn’t talk. Could you imagine an Aztec who didn’t like to talk? It was unnatural. I didn’t like it, the deathly silence. But what was worse was how the raging storm turned those black pits into water wells. We thought they were bottomless, but they weren’t. And many of us got to see our friends and loved ones again, even though they were long-dead and broken from falling to the bottom of those pits, all for the honour of the temple.
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