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... Mountains offered no paths. Only veins. Wounds. Open cuts in the stone that never healed. Every step Sebastián, the beast, and the turtle took was an intrusion, a scrape against a skin that never forgot pain.
They advanced in a tense line, with no sounds except breath and crackling. The frost over the rock was tinged with rust by their touch. The ground, more than firm, seemed to endure them reluctantly, as if calculating how much longer it could hold before splitting into an abyss. Seba ...
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