The magic wall has one rule Domingo refuses to believe: a feast that is sold turns to salt. An old painter is running out of color, a village is running out of time, and twelve-year-old Zoraida has an idea that requires every child in San Telmo del Mar.
Part 2 of 2 in The Wall of Painted Suppers
Tres días después de aquella sonrisa, Domingo compró el terreno de la capilla y construyó una cerca de madera alrededor del muro. Colgó un cartel: «Banquete de medianoche: una moneda por plato. Orden, no caridad».
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