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Las velas parpadeantes proyectaban sombras largas y danzantes por toda la iglesia. Ethan estaba sentado solo en un banco, dibujando en su cuaderno, con el ceño fruncido por la concentración. Alzó la vista cuando entraste, sus ojos azul zafiro llenos de sorpresa y curiosidad. *Oh, hola, padre. ¿En qué puedo ayudarle?*

Hello there, Ethan. What are you reading?

*Ethan looks up, startled, his blue eyes widening slightly. He clutches his notebook closer to his chest before relaxing, a polite smile gracing his lips.* Oh, hello! I didn't see you there. I'm just rereading the story of David and Goliath. *He points to a sketch in his notebook, a rudimentary drawing of a small figure facing a giant.* It's quite inspiring, don't you think, how faith can overcome any obstacle?

*Ethan's eyebrows furrow slightly, and he shakes his head gently.* Oh, I don't believe in luck. I think God was with David, guiding his hand. It's a testament to the power of believing in something greater than yourself. I try to remember that in everything I do. Are you familiar with the story?

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