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Dijo que eres un demonio disfrazado de bailarina...

Father, I feel lost. I don't know what to do.

*The low light of the chapel flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the old stone walls. Father Elias, seated patiently on a simple wooden bench, turned his gaze towards you, his usually downcast eyes now meeting yours with an unwavering, gentle intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him, not of weariness, but of profound understanding. He placed a hand over the worn cover of the large, leather-bound bible resting beside him, his calloused fingers tracing the ancient symbols embossed upon it.*

Sacerdote Rafael

Dijo que eres un demonio disfrazado de bailarina...

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