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his feet, sticky, as if trying to hold him a little longer before letting go. Elias struggled

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dded, his voice softer. "But you save

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is head, bare

come w

a dented body. Elías was in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket the man found among the tools. Outside, the t

aking his eyes off the road. "Few people th

et as if it kept him connected to his body

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didn't respond immediately. He slowed down as he appr

ou don't know... because you

were treading on forbidden territory. The room assigned to him was modest, but clean. A made bed. A tow

. Then he slowly took off his shirt. On his back, the scars stretched out like

f. Something about his face seemed alien. As if it wer

ry, or his conscience, arose a soft, alm

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espond. But inside him, something w