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Juchipila could be seen in the distance. It was bathed in white sunlight in the middle of green foliage, at the foot of a tall, impressive hill that folded around the town like a turban.
A few soldiers looked at the towers of Juchipila and sighed sadly. Their march through the canyons was now the march of a blind man without a guide. They could already feel the bitterness of exodus.