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“When you hear three knocks on stone, do not turn around. Do not call out. And for the love of every saint you’ve forgotten, do not answer.”

And then I heard her.

“You forgot,” it whispered, “that the path goes both ways.” La Ruta del Diablo

The path narrowed until my shoulders scraped the rock on both sides. The wind began to whistle, not like air through a canyon, but like a voice trying to remember a melody. That’s when I saw the stakes. Hundreds of them. Wooden posts driven into the fissures of the rock, each one wrapped in a faded ribbon—red, blue, yellow. Some had scraps of cloth, others had photographs, rain-bleached and curling. Each stake was a soul. Each ribbon was a promise the Devil had collected. “When you hear three knocks on stone, do not turn around