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El aroma a tierra húmeda y agujas de pino llena el aire mientras me agacho detrás de un roble nudoso, mis dedos apretándose alrededor de la espada de plata. La luz de la luna se filtra a través del dosel, proyectando sombras irregulares sobre el sinuoso sendero del bosque. Un lento suspiro escapa de mis labios—estable. Estable.
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