The sun hung low over the Plaza de Toros in Valencia, casting long, amber shadows across the dusty arena. It was December 16, 2020, a date Jenifer had circled in red on her calendar for months. In a year defined by quiet streets and shuttered doors, this afternoon felt like a defiant burst of life.
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The butcher, a man with hands like worn leather, looked up as she approached. He didn't ask what she wanted. Instead, he reached into a heavy wooden crate and pulled out a package wrapped tightly in twine. "For the festival?" he asked, his voice a low rasp. The sun hung low over the Plaza de