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No Todas Las Almas Pueden Salvarse ( Recopilación De Panteones Malditos #1 ) - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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A few years ago, as I was walking around the city center, I
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ran into a small piñata shop. From the outside it seemed like a normal
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and ordinary place, but something inside me told me there was something else there.
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I decided to come in and find out that this piñata place was something
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out of the ordinary. He had a lot of time he had saved because
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he wanted to start a business. So, seeing that peculiar place, something
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caught my attention. When I entered, I was greeted by an old man
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with a white beard and penetrating eyes who invited me through. As I walked
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through the narrow corridors, I could see piñatas of all kinds, of animals,
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of superheroes, of princesses, etc. Seeing my interest in the place,
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the old man proposed to me the idea of buying the business. He
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explained to me that he no longer had the energy and resources to keep the
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place in optimal condition and that he preferred to hand over responsibility to someone younger
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and more capable. Although at first I found the proposal, the idea of
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owning a place as peculiar as that aroused my curiosity and imagination. After a
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brief exchange, the old man offered me a fairly reasonable price for the premises
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and assured me that, with my talent and dedication, the business would prosper
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and attract many customers. The old man' s proposal took me by surprise,
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but after going around and thinking about the possibilities, I decided to accept
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it with great enthusiasm. We agreed on the details of the transfer and signed
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the sales contract. Since then he has been working hard on the piñata shop,
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maintaining its original essence, but adding a personal and modern touch. I
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am proud to say that the business has been a success and that many people
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come to visit us to buy our unique and original piñatas. Everything was going
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well, as sales were growing more and more and I became known among the
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people of the place. One night, however, while I was finishing an
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urgent request, I decided to stay overtime, as I could not look bad
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with the piñatas that I had been asked for. However, in the middle
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of the night and the loneliness began to blink all the lights of the place
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to such a point that it went to light completely, so I decided to
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continue my work and I lit some candles, although I must admit that moment
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I panicked indescribable, but I had to finish my job. As I continued
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to work in the dark, I began to feel something or someone watching me.
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I looked everywhere, but there was no one around me. I told
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myself it was my imagination. Playing a bad vine and I kept on with
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my work, suddenly I heard a strange noise and the sound of something crawling
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down the floor. I turned to the sound and saw something that smelled my
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blood. One of the piñatas I had been working on began to move alone.
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I didn' t know how to explain it, but he seemed to
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be alive moving around like he had a life of his own. I tried
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to get closer to see what was happening, but the piñata moved to me
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in a threatening way, as if it wanted to attack me. At the
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time I realized something was very wrong with that piñata. I could feel a
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dark and malevolent energy emanating from it. I tried to run away, but
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the piñata chased me all over the place, breaking his entire step. I
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ran out, but the piñata blocked me. The road was trapped without knowing
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what to do. Suddenly, the lights went back on and the piñata returned
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to its inert state. I realized that it had been a bad idea to
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work late at the place and I promised not to do it again. After
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that incident, I decided to investigate more about the haunted piñatas and discovered that
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what I had experienced was real. There were piñatas possessed by evil spirits and
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it was not something to take lightly. Things were coming out of control,
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just like my mind and dreams, something that seemed so absurd. It was
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becoming a reality that I couldn' t get out of. However, the
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only thing that stopped me was that, as the days passed, the customers
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began to arrive, The children, with their bright eyes, ran into the
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place and could not contain their emotion when they saw all the piñatas hanging on
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the roof, the laughter and whispers filled the air, while the parents carefully
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examined each piñata looking for the most suitable one for the next birthday party or
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family reunion. Although the lively and bustling atmosphere of the place contrasted with the
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solemnity of the pantheon, I realized that both places shared a special connection to
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life and death. As my piñata business grew, so did my curiosity about
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the pantheon that was found just above my tent. I had heard rumors that
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it was a cemetery especially dedicated to children, but I had not paid much
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attention to those comments so far. I decided to investigate further, wanting to
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know the story behind that special place. I started reading books, searching the
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Internet and talking to the elderly residents of the town to discover the truth.
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Little by little, the details came to light. It turned out that many
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years ago, an orphanage was found there. The orphaned children who lived there
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were buried in that pantheon, creating an exclusive cemetery for them. The story
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was touching and sad at the same time, the revelation that the pantheon was
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children moved me deeply. I felt a mixture of sadness and compassion for those
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little beings who had gone through difficulties in their short lives, but I also
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felt a duty to make sure that my business was not offensive or insensitive to
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them. It was at that time that I understood why the different movements of
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piñatas at night, because they were those lost souls of the children who wanted
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to play with them, because on different occasions I found them on the ground
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or in totally different places where I had left them the day before. As
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time passed, the presence of pantheon children became stronger and more tangible. Children
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' s noises and whispers filled the air, even when there were no customers
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in the store. Over time I began to feel some concern about what this
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growing presence of pantheon children meant. They were trying to communicate with me or
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the visitors to the store. I decided to seek help to understand what was
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happening. I contacted paranormal phenomena experts and got in touch with spiritists and media.
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I wanted to better understand the nature of this connection with the pantheon children
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and make sure they were at peace. I decided to hold regular ceremonies in
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the store to remember the children of the pantheon and their short but significant existence.
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However, these celebrations ended in cursed rituals, as I realized that those
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spiritists wanted to take advantage of the place and souls of those children, who
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were thus weaker and easier to catch than those of adults. Realizing the situation
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and everything that was happening, I didn' t know how to react.
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I didn' t want to give up my business. I was in a
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delicate and troubled situation. On the one hand, I was excited about the
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special connection that had formed between my business and the children of the pantheon.
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I was worried how this intensification of their presence could affect customers and myself.
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As the moods about the presence of pantheon children spread across the community, customers
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began to have doubts and fears. Some believed that the place was haunted and
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preferred to avoid it altogether. Little by little, the number of visitors to
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my piñata business began to decrease. I decided to take drastic measures to deal
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with the situation. I organized a community meeting to clear up any misunderstandings and
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address the fears surrounding the store. However, my clients didn' t understand
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what happened. It was at that time that I no longer knew what to
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do about it. One of the nights where I was most desperate. I
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decided to do my own ritual to connect with those kids. I took my
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materials like candles, herbs and general and started with the target. I began
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to hear whining everywhere that harmless environment had become a haunted whole scenario. The
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children began to be present. Their faces were completely disfigured. Each time they
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came to me and looked at me in a diabolical way. At that time
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I didn' t understand what was happening. Clearly, those children wanted something
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from me, but I didn' t exactly understand what they really wanted.
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From one moment to the next, I could visualize how the ground was starting
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to open up, it was as if something wanted to go out into the
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storm. The floor began to break more and more and when I realized it,
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a large circle had formed where in the distance the buried pantheon was visualized
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from moment to moment. I don' t remember how I lost track of
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my mind and without expecting it, I had already gone down to the pantheon
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and started walking in the middle of the graves and the place was like I
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was living a tale of terror. As he crossed the entrance of the pantheon,
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a chilling sensation took hold of me. The tombstones and monuments of the
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little ones were covered in moss and worn by the passage of time. The
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fog began to envelop the place, creating a disturbing atmosphere. Every time I
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went deeper into the pantheon, I heard whispers and childish laughter that seemed to
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emerge from the darkness. The tombs seemed to tell forgotten stories and incomprehensible events.
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They filled the air, the broken and abandoned toys lay scattered among the
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tombs. I had experienced something supernatural and terrifying following that path. I knew
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there was something strange in that place, because a supernatural energy made me go
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to a specific tombstone, which, apparently, was the largest and most mysterious
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in the place. As I stood in front of the tomb, I could
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observe a small letter to which I no doubt took and began to observe.
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When I was able to see that paper, I noticed that it was a
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review of a person who had written about the life of the infant who was
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there, because he mentioned that a long time ago, in a small village
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surrounded by thick forests, there was a legend about the grave of a boy
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named Oliver. According to the story transmitted from generation to generation, Oliver was
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an exceptionally talented child, called by all in the village. He possessed an
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overflowing creativity and a joyful spirit that filled those who tragically surrounded him with joy.
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O o o or. Oliver became ill with an unknown disease and,
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despite all the efforts of the doctors and the prayers of the villagers, died
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at the early age of seven. The whole town plunged into sadness and its
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parents, devastated by loss, decided to honor the memory of their beloved son
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by building a special tomb in the local cemetery. Oliver' s tomb was
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different from any other in the cemetery It was carved with white stone and adorned
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with intricate details of flowers and butterflies that symbolized beauty and transformation. In the
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center there was a small statue of Oliver smiling and holding a brush and a
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notebook that represented his creative passions. As time passed, people began to tell
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extraordinary stories about Oliver' s tomb. Some claimed to have seen flashes of
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light and to have heard childish laughter near her during the night. Others said
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that, in times of difficulty or sadness, they had visited the tomb and
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found comfort as if Oliver sent them a message of hope. From beyond life,
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Oliver' s tomb became a place of pilgrimage for those seeking inspiration,
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comfort or a spark of creativity. Artists, writers and musicians visited the tomb
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in search of inspiration for their works, leaving small gifts such as pencils,
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brushes and poems. In gratitude for the supposed creative influence emanating from that place.
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The more I went into history, the more I imagined myself in each
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of those scenarios, because it was something totally unpredictable. However, from one
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moment to another I began to feel strange steps behind me. It was there
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that I could hear a strange- looking man and deep eyes, who was
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still in the story of that child. Unfortunately, the story of Oliver'
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s grave took a dark turn. When a full moon night an act of
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vandalism threatened to destroy the place so many people considered sacred. An unknown individual
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tried to set Oliver' s grave on fire in an act of cruelty and
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disrespect towards the child' s memory. The news spread quickly among the people,
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causing indignation and sadness among their inhabitants. The Community joined in its determination
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to protect Oliver' s legacy and ensure that his tomb was restored and preserved
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in all its splendor. Said the man, this mysterious man, with his
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penetrating gaze and gloomy voice, claimed to have met Oliver in life and revealed
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a dark side that no one had suspected. According to him, Oliver was
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a malicious and perverse child who concealed his true nature. Behind his angelic appearance,
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The Strange Man claimed that Oliver used to sew and torment his classmates,
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causing pain and suffering around him. He claimed that the child enjoyed doing cruel
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mischief and manipulated others for his own benefit. Totally confused by everything that had
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happened in that place, I knew it was time to leave, because I
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didn' t know if I was living a reality or a fantasy. So
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try to walk as hard as I could. However, looking back. I
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clearly felt the presence of several children running and screaming behind me, so try
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to run so that they wouldn' t catch up with me. But it
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seemed like time was stopping and my pulse was increasing. I couldn' t
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understand what happened. I was really in Soky without knowing what to do.
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I was not to blame for finding myself in a place like that filled with
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innocent souls, who were only seeking rest. It was in an instant when
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I was on the ground and that mysterious man in the hat took my hand
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and kept talking about the subject and its stories. The man confessed that in
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his act of destruction he did not take into account the consequences and did not
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stop at Oliver' s grave. He continued his journey in a spiral of
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evil and on his journey caused the death of several innocent children of the people.
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He recognized the seriousness of his actions and expressed deep remorse for the pain
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and tragedy that he had caused. It was at that moment that he raised
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his head and I realized that it was the man who rented me the place.
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That' s when everything made sense, because he was looking for a
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victim to carry that weight of the souls of all those children. I still
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did not understand why a simple villager had chosen me in search of his dreams
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and ambitions, which were already involved with souls and cursed questions. Maybe that
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man had seen something in me to curse me like that. However, things
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were out of control, because I was going crazy and believing in the idea
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that something terrible would happen to me, because my end was near knowing that
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I was locked in a pantheon. I began to feel a strong cold,
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but I decided to face my reality and tell the man to speak to me
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with the truth, because more than an answer, I needed a solution.
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Faced with what was happening, the man simply began to let go of a
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laugh, which kept an even greater mystery. Well, deep down, I
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knew I was lost and I couldn' t do anything else about it.
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At that time, the children' s presence began to come out and that
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' s when I kept listening to regrets and help. However, I did
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not understand what I had to do, so in the middle of everything,
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I ran out of the pantheon. I really wanted to find a way out,
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but as I moved on I would return to the same place. It
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was like I found myself in a maze without leaving, so I told him
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to let the man free me. I couldn' t take another minute anymore.
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Being there I felt a pressure on my chest, which was rising more
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and more, as well as a force in my spirit, which I felt
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was being taken over by. My thoughts began to change. I sweated very
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strangely and felt the need to hurt someone, so I took the biggest cross
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I saw and it was at that moment that I started hitting the guy who
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had gotten me into all this. That satisfaction of seeing him complain and twist
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on the floor made me want to hit him more and more. However,
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something at the bottom of my being knew I wasn' t doing the right
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thing, but I couldn' t stop anymore. It was a moment I
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was definitely going to stop until I saw the man die. It was at
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that time that the above- mentioned stopped complaining and breathing. Clearly, I
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made sure he won' t have his vitals anymore. And that' s
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when I realized that those souls of the children had taken over my being for
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a few moments to accomplish their goal of murdering the man who took away their
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dreams. At that time, I didn' t understand anything that had happened.
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I could observe how those children were forming a circle and approaching me,
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so oliver being number one, told me that thanks to me, those souls
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could already rest, as well as my soul and peace, for I could
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continue with that business of piñatas without worrying, because they did not want to
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hurt me. His only goal was to get rid of that man who tortured
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them as long as in life and death. At that moment I opened my
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eyes and sat in my business. It was as if that event was a
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dream. I never really knew The only thing I can say is that those
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noises and laments stopped being heard around the place. Excited of the radio waves
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and the unexplained mysteries, I had always believed that energy does not disappear,
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it is only transformed, and perhaps that is why I decided to set up
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a radio station in the least expected place, under an old pantheon. It
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all started when I ran into a series of forgotten documents in the municipal library.
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They were records of the last century that spoke of tunnels under the local
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pantheon, probably used at some point as catacombs. Intrigued by the idea,
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I got the necessary permits to investigate. After a few weeks of work and
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exploration, I finally discovered access to the tunnels. They were long, dark
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and twisted, but what really fascinated me was acoustics. The sounds seemed to
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travel and resonate in a magical way. These tunnels, according to documents,
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had been built during the Civil War as shelters for the local population. One
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of them was just below the ancient pantheon of the city. The pantheon had
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been abandoned decades ago, becoming a place of local stories and legends. Curiosity
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devoured me and decided to investigate further. So, instead of fearing him,
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I decided to risk that new journey. I invested months in the construction of
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the station, preserving to the maximum the original structure of the place. After
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all, he had to be respectful of his former occupants. I realized that,
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despite being a resting place for the dead, I was filled with a
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strange energy. Once the station was ready, I started broadcasting my program.
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During the day I broadcast classical music, jazz rock and other genres, while
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at night I became a host of mystery programs and tales of the inexplicable.
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I decided to make a channel of terror, taking advantage of the context I
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was living in at the time. So I looked into it and then something
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unexpected started to happen. While broadcasting during the nights, I could sometimes hear
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whispers on my sound equipment. At first I thought it was interference or malfunctioning
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of the team, but soon I realized that those sounds had a tone of
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voice, a pattern, as if someone was trying to communicate with a little
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fear, but also curiosity, I decided to record these sounds and analyze them.
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After several nights I managed to decipher a message. I couldn' t
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believe it, but there was a voice that said thank you for the music.
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The old pantheon is not only home to my radio station, but also
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a bridge between the world of the living and the beyond. Every night I
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spend time opening the line and allowing these voices to express themselves, share their
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stories and sometimes just enjoy the music. People started calling my station the voice
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of the afterlife. I discovered that my passion for radio waves and unexplained mysteries
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led me to something deeper, an understanding and respect for life and death and
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the energy that unites us all. After a while, the station gained fame,
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people around the world began to hear the voice of the afterlife. The
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stories and music we broadcast from under the pantheon had played a deep chord in
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many and it wasn' t long before the fans started visiting the place.
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Although the pantheon and radio station were a sacred place, the influx of visitors
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brought a new type of energy to the place. The pantheon, which was
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once a dark and quiet place, was now full of life, laughter and,
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above all, music. Visitors left offerings for the deceased, thanking them
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for sharing their stories and for the music they now enjoyed. However, not
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everything was always easy. There were nights when the voices seemed more agitated,
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the signals crossed and it was difficult to discern a coherent message. During those
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nights I tried to stay calm and do everything possible to reassure the voices.
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I reminded them that they were being heard and that their presence was valued.
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One night, on a special on my radio show, I decided to do
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something different. I opened the microphone and spoke directly to the spirits. They
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' re here with me. I told you and I want you to know
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you' re welcome. If you want to communicate, I' m ready
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to hear you in o. At that moment everything remained silent. The radio
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crew stopped fluctuating and the shadows stopped moving. Then through the hearing aids,
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I heard a chorus of weak but clearly audible voices. They all spoke at
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once an almost unintelligible murmur, but then one voice stood out among them,
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loud and clear. Thank you, Jorge. The presence of the spirits became
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more palpable. I could feel them moving around me, listening to their voices
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whispering in my hearing aids more and more were integral to the broadcast, adding
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their voices to the music and stories I shared. As I plunged more and
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more into the spirit world, I began to notice changes in myself. During
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the day I felt more tired than usual, despite having a proper rest.
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But what troubled me was the nightmares that started tormenting me at night. The
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nightmares were vivid and disoriented. He saw blurry faces and heard unintelligible whispers.
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Sometimes I found myself wandering through the tunnels under the pantheon, but they were
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dark and crooked as if they had changed shape I could feel the despair of
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the spirits their longing to be heard. At first I tried to ignore nightmares
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and continue my work at the station, but as time passed, they became
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more intense and exhausting. There were nights when I woke up screaming. Covered
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in cold sweat. I had to admit something wasn' t right. I
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started researching, searching for old library documents and talking to experts in the paranormal,
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with your help. I began to understand that nightmares could be some kind
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of communication, a way in which the most distressed spirits tried to reach me.
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With this new understanding, I decided to face my fears one night in
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the middle of a particularly intense nightmare. I stopped and instead of trying to
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flee, I screamed in the dark. I' m here, I'
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m willing to listen to you. The answer was immediate, the whispers stopped
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and one spirit appeared in my dream. She was a young woman in an
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old dress. He had an expression of deep sadness on his face, with
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a voice full of pain. He began to tell me his story, a
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story of lost love and unspoken farewells. When I woke up, I was
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exhausted, but I felt a new sense of purpose. During that night'
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s show. I shared the story of a young woman. One afternoon,
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while I was checking the station' s n mailbox, an old yellow envelope
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caught my attention. It had no sender, it was only marked with the
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initials m a intrigued. I opened the envelope and found a handwritten letter with
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a delicate and careful calligraphy. I started reading the letter. It told the
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story of a woman named MarianaÁlvarez, who had lived in the village at
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the beginning of the 20th century. He talked about his love of music and
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how he used to play the piano on summer nights with his house windows open,
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letting the notes float in the air. He also counted on his unrequited
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love for a married man of the desire he felt for i of how music
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became his only way out to express that forbidden love. As I moved forward
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in the letter, I noticed that Mariana' s words became increasingly saddened.
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He spoke of loneliness, of the sickness that had consumed it little by little,
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and of his desire to be remembered after his death. That night,
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on the station program I shared Mariana' s story and played her song.
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The notes seemed to float in the air, wrapping the station and undoubtedly reaching
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the confines of the pantheon. That day I felt a vibrating that took hold
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of me, an energy that came to cover my being. Likewise, I
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decided to light a candle and gradually they were consumed, just like incense.
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After Mariana' s story, the station began to receive a kind of feedback
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that she had never experienced. Radio listeners began to report that, in addition
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to the stories and music they broadcast, they listened to strange sounds. Deep
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down. The reports described barely audible whispers, soft laughter, the crying of
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a baby, the gnashing of the dry leaves and even the l n el,
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the sound of steps in the gravel. Some listeners said that the sounds
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gave them chills, while others felt strangely comforted by them. Some even claimed
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that they recognized the voices or sounds that reminded them of loved ones who had
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already passed away. Initially I thought that maybe it was interference with the radio
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waves, but when I checked the recording of my transmissions I could also hear
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those mysterious sounds. There was no doubt. The voices and sounds did not
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come from this world. They were manifestations of the pantheon spirits. I didn
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' t really know what approach to the channel, as this completely changed the
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dynamics of the station. He didn' t just broadcast music anymore and tell
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stories. It was now a real conduit between the world of the living and
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that of the dead. The listeners were fascinated to and although some were frightened,
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most seemed to find a strange comfort in the proximity of the voices of
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the Beyond I began to integrate these sounds into my transmissions. The listeners began
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calling the station to share their experiences and to try to communicate with the spirits
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some even managed to get answers to their questions or receive messages from their deceased
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loved ones. The presence of the spirits at the station became so palpable that
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I sometimes felt that I was in the midst of a multitude of whispering souls,
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but despite the restlessness this might cause, I was honored to be the
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mediator between the two worlds. Day after day, the station was flooded with
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calls and messages from people eager to communicate with their deceased loved ones. The
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dividing line between the living and the dead seemed to fade more and more and
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with it the tranquility of many people was also erased. Some began to put
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aside their daily lives hooked on the radio, waiting for a whisper of a
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song, any sign of those who had lost. They talked about people who
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stopped eating or sleeping obsessed with the hope of listening to their loved ones.
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The situation became worrying. While my intention with the station was always to provide
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comfort and keep alive the memory of those who had left, I did not
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want it to become a catalyst for obsession or anguish. I made the decision
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to speak live during one of my evening shows, my dear listeners. I
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began to understand the emotion and comfort that can bring us to listen to our
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loved ones who are no longer with us. But we must also remember that
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we live in the world of the living, so, in the midst of
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despair. Vibrations in that place began to become even more present. I knew
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the spirits wanted to say something and I didn' t understand how willing I
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was to risk my life and soul for that dream on the radio. The
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most viable option was to change the station of the place. However, he
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knew that the key point of success was that he was on the pantheon,
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because it was the buried souls who had become the protagonists of the radio.
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Finally, after many sleepless nights and days full of concern, I made the
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decision to close the station. I made the live announcement during one of my
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evening shows with a mixture of sadness and relief my dear listeners. It'
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s time to say goodbye, I said. It has been an honor and
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a privilege to share with you these stories and voices, but we must all
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move forward, both the living and the dead. The reaction was immediate,
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almost immediately. The station was flooded with calls and messages from desperate listeners asking
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me to reconsider that I could not leave it without the voice of the hereafter.
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Some even began to gather in front of the pantheon' s entrance with
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banners and slogans in a kind of protest. The strike grew until the old
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pantheon, who had always been silent and abandoned, was filled with life and
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noise. I was worried that the station had become an obsession, exactly what
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I had tried to avoid. That night, after a particularly tiring day,
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I plunged into a deep and agitated sleep. In my dream I was back
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at the radio station, but something felt different. The air was colder,
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the darkness denser. I was enveloped by an unsettling sense of absolute silence,
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as if the station was suddenly empty. A static sound broke the silence and
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the radio came alive on its own. The lights lit slowly, revealing a
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multitude of ethereal figures. Around me were the souls of the pantheon, each
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with a face full of sadness and exhaustion. He clearly recognized the majority,
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because before building the station he had visualized certain abandoned photographs of those deceased took
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turns talking. Their voices resounded at the station filling it with gloomy echoes.
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They spoke of their longing, for peace, of their desire to rest.
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Finally, although they appreciated that their stories would be remembered, they felt it
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was time to move on. The last one to talk was Mariana. His
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figure seemed weaker and more transparent than ever. Her eyes looked at me with
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immense sadness please let her beg or we will take you with us I woke
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up suddenly bathed in cold sweat with Mariana' s words resounding in my ears.
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The message was clear. The souls were tired and needed rest. They
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had appreciated my help, but now it was time to leave them. Go
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I realized it wasn' t that simple. By communicating with them without realizing
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it, I had opened a portal between the world of the living and that
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of the dead, and that portal seemed difficult to close. It was clear
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he needed help. I started looking for someone with knowledge of the spiritual world,
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someone who could help me close the portal I had opened. After talking
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to several people, I contacted an elderly woman named Doña Remedios, a respected
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healer from the region. Cu When Doña rns Medios arrived at the radio station,
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she seemed to immediately perceive the presence of souls. He closed his eyes,
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shook his head feeling and said the souls are restless. You' ve
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given them a voice, but now they need silence. When Doña Remedios decided
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to help me, she told me that the process would not be easy.
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Closing a spiritual portal It required a precise balance of energy and respect. The
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healer took her time preparing for the ritual, gathering various objects and preparing ancient
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enchantments. On the agreed day he arrived at the station with a bag full
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of herbs, crystal colored candles and sacred objects. The air was filled with
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tension and expectation while preparing the ritual. He first crossed a circle of salt
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around the radio station, lit candles at the cardinal points and placed crystals around
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the circle, each symbolizing an element earth, water, fire and air.
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He immediately pulled a small bronze bell out of his bag and shook it three
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times. The sound filled the room with an almost tangible vibration. He began
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to recite enchantments in a language he had never heard. His voice was strong
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and clear, full of authority. I could feel the souls around us restless
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but attentive. As Doña Remedios continued with the ritual, the atmosphere began to
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change. It was as if a current of energy was flowing through the room,
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intensifying with every word uttered by the healer. A gust of wind shook
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the station by shutting out the sails. The lights blinked and then went out,
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leaving us in total darkness. I could feel a silence so deep that
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it seemed to resonate in my bones. Then, little by little, the
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lights went back on. When I opened my eyes. Doña Remedio was lying
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in the dream inside the circle quickly tried to lift it, but no longer
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had any signs. That woman had not borne the weight of so many desperate
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souls and she pitifully lost her life. Because of me, I didn'
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t know what to do at the time, so I fit a space inside
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the station as deep as I could and buried the body of doña remedies scared
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to death. I made sure there was no trace. I didn' t
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really know what was happening at the time. I just wanted this whole nightmare
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to end, that which had become a great dream and success. I was
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beginning to make the same hell. Clearly, the wrong idea was to build
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on the pantheon, because that event interfered with those souls so needy. To
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the day. If I gui s or neo and have found a bell on
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my desk itself that did not know its origin, for I knew it was
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something strange, so when I saw the back, I could observe a code
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which I quickly searched for on the Internet and went my surprise when I realized
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that it was a bell which drove away the spirits. I didn' t
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really know what steel that strange object came from. However, I knew that
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that could help me close those portals that I had opened myself. Although at
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first I did not fully understand its meaning. In time I began to appreciate
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its true function and symbolism. In many cultures and traditions, bells have been
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used for centuries to mark the beginning and end of ceremonies. It is believed
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that their sound can help purify the environment, alienating negative energies and attracting positive
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ones. In addition, the sound of the bells is also useful to help
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guide the souls of the deceased into the light, helping them find their way
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to peace. When I shake the bell at the beginning of each transmission,
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it becomes a sign of respect for souls resting on the pantheon. The ringing
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sound of the bell sends a message to the spirits. Finally, I decided
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it was time to rent that station. It was then that one of my
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most frequent listening radios decided to associate with me, despite the risks and portals
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that might exist. So I accepted and myself. That man has taken the
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station to the same line of terror after many days of looking for work,
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I could finally find one. Maybe I wasn' t the best, but
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the economic need made me dare to accept surveillance in a pantheon, so,
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without hesitation, I ventured into that new stage of my life. On the
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day I arrived I had seen the hat, an old black top hat resting
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on the head of an angel' s statue. At the entrance of the
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pantheon I had been warned about the man in the hat, a mysterious and
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spectral being guarding these sacred grounds before my arrival. However, I always thought
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people said it to cause some scare on me. However, I had always
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been an unsuperstitious person, so I didn’ t trust what people told me.
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At first sight. It was until one day the night was hovering over
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me and I was walking among the stone tombs covered with moss and weeds.
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My flashlight painted dancing shadows on the mausoleums and tombstones. The echo of my
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steps resounded in the stillness of the night, a stillness broken only by the
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cracking of the branches and the occasional fluttering of some nocturnal bird. Then I
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saw him in the black hat of uer the cup moved between the graves.
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A sudden cold seized me deeper than any cold of the night. I followed
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the figure from a distance. Its terrain silhouette floated on the ground. Instead
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of walking, he seemed to look for something, stopping occasionally to read a
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tombstone. For a moment I thought it was a joke or a simple hallucination.
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However, he knew that there was something else within that event. When
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the figure reached the tombstone of a boy who had passed away many years ago,
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the shadow of the hat seemed to bow almost in a bow. Without
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realizing it. My own body imitated the action, a bow to the child
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and then to the man in the hat. Clearly there was a link.
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At that time I did not understand things, so little by little I began
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to believe in the existence of that man in the hat. I was even
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able to check the situation when on one occasion a woman went to visit the
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tombstone of her relative and I wonder if the man in the hat no longer
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worked in that pantheon, for he always received it with a strange presence,
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but at the same time redundant. It is true that all pantheons have stories
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to tell, for those souls in sorrow exist and seek eternal rest. However,
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the presence of that man in the hat had become a real legend heard
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by all of the locals. Many claimed that he was a man in life,
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who had experienced an accident with his son himself who lost his life,
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so every night he went to the pantheon with the fault that his son was
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dead. Some other stories told the very similar story where man had also died,
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but he could not get eternal rest, so his spirit wandered through the
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pantheon. Hundreds of stories and legends, which n n n n b ns
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exactly what were true. From that moment on, however, I realized that
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I must have some respect for that man, because I did not know everything
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that was going on. I understood that he was probably not a threat,
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but a guardian, a perpetual presence to make sure that those who lay here
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were never alone. However, I should not be trusted 100% of the
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humors. My days and nights became routine, always accompanied by the mysterious figure
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of the hat man. In the stillness of the night, I found comfort
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in his presence. Sometimes I felt like the hat was watching me like I
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knew I was a guardian now too. One night, the moon was particularly
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bright and I saw the man in the hat clearly for the first time there
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was no face under that hat, only darkness, but in his spectral hand
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he held a withered rose. He gently placed it on the tombstone of a
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newly buried man and walked away. Although the presence of the hat man often
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provided me with a feeling of companionship and comfort, there were nights when his
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aura seemed to change, becoming darker, more disturbing. During these times,
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the pantheon felt colder, darker and the moon seemed to hide behind the clouds,
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as if it feared to reveal what was happening in the dark. On
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one of those nights I walked a less traveled path of the pantheon. When
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I saw the man in the hat standing in front of an ancient mausoleum,
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his shoulders seemed stiffer. The darkness under the deepest hat I observed as he
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leaned and seemed to slip a hand through the stone door, almost lovingly,
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almost with resentment, an intense cold spread through the place and a sn n
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n n n n ns of uneasiness took hold of me. During the following
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nights I began to notice patterns. The figure of the man in the hat
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became darker. When I visited certain graves. In each one I felt a
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particular cold, a persistent discomfort crawling through my spine. They were the tombs
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of those who, according to the records, had led lives, full of
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evil and dishonor in their presence. The darkness seemed to be closing closer.
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The man in the hat seemed to be a reflection of the souls guarding one
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night when the full moon shone over the pantheon, the routine family broke.
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He walked, as always, watching the shadows dance in the cold moonlight.
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When I saw him, the dark figure of the man in the hat stood
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next to an ancient crypt larger and ornamented than the others. The atmosphere around
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it was darker, its presence more powerful. I approached with curiosity and duty
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before I could get too close. However, the man in the hat abruptly
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turned to me a chill. He toured my back. For the first time
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I felt a sense of real threat. The darkness that spread from his figure
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seemed to be full of anger and warning, an invisible force, pushed me
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back. I almost threw myself on the ground. I felt a cold,
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whispering wind that seemed to say stay away. The message was clear and although
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no words were uttered, the warning resounded in my mind. The crypt was
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out of bounds for me. Although scared, I couldn' t leave my
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post. I kept my distance, but I stayed on the spot watching the
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hat man return to his silent vigilance. It was a restless night, full
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of shadows and whispers weeks after that incident in the crypt, that a more
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tangible fear stormed my life. One night I retired to my room in the
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little cabin by the pantheon. Dreams quickly led me to a deep rest.
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However, in the darkness of the early morning, a penetrating cold woke me
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up and opened my eyes to find a shadow lurking under my hat. The
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man in the hat was in my room, his figure grotesquely projected by the
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pale moonlight leaking out the window. The air felt full of threat and a
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primitive terror seized me. The shadow was rising on my bed like a dark
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angel waiting for the right moment could feel the violence hovering in the air,
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a mun promise of death. My body became paralyzed, unable to move and
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my breathing became shallow. At that time I knew I was facing death.
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The shadow bowed and I could feel his cold hand approaching my chest, just
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as I thought it would be my end a golden glow began to shine from
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a small medallion that carried around my mother' s neck a relic, supposedly
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blessed by a saint. The glow seemed to stop the man from hating.
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The hand withdrew and the figure stood up its silhouette. Oscillating between light and
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darkness. The hat turned and headed toward the door, fading into the shadow.
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Before I left the room completely, my breathing came back in a cramped
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and shaky way. After what seemed like an eternity, I crawled out of
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bed my heart still beating like a drum on my chest. The next day,
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all I thought about was presenting my resignation, because I was really worn
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out and without energy, even to the point of going crazy, because all
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the time I thought about the presence of that man in my life. However,
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when I had my mind cold, I knew that I should not be
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carried away by such things. So, despite the terror I had experienced that
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night, I did not abandon my position. I knew that the pantheon needed
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a watchman, someone who respected both the living and the dead, but I
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also understood that there were lines that I should not cross, secrets that should
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remain buried and forces beyond my understanding to which I should pay respect. My
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relationship with the man in the hat changed after that night, I no longer
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saw him as a mere companion on guard, but as a powerful and dangerous
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entity. It was until one night I understood everything. The dark figure stood
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next to the boy' s little tombstone, whom he used to pay homage
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to. His silence seemed to invite a conversation that had long been pending.
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As a wave of emotions approached me, I was flooded and understood that I
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was about to witness a story, the story of the hat man. Although
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no word was uttered, the images and feelings it conveyed were so powerful that
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they looked like voices. Whispering in the night wind, I saw a man
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of flesh and blood, dressed in a 19th century suit and his characteristic hat.
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He had a kind face, but marked by the scars of life and
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in his eyes there was infinite sadness. The man stood beside a child his
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son, laughing and playing in a meadow under the sun of a summer day.
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It really seemed like I was about to live a movie. Suddenly an
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image changed, a horrible accident, a rammed carriage, the panic on their
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faces. Both were snatched from life in an instant, leaving behind only pain
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and remorse. In the final scene I saw the man and his son buried
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in this same pantheon, his tomb adorned with flowers, withers and tears from
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those that remained. With the last image, the man in the hat seemed
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to lean toward the little tombstone. The sadness emanating from him was almost palpable.
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A silent lament that resonated in the stillness of the pantheon. I understood
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then that the man in the hat was not only a guardian, but also
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a sorrowful spirit, condemned to wander through the pantheon in search of an eternal
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rest that was unattainable to him. His love for his son and his guilt
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for not being able to protect him had bound him to this place, had
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made him the eternal watchman of the pantheon. Those stories that seemed ridiculous to
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me were clearly real. It was obvious that pantheons have a great story to
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tell, for there are souls who still do not find eternal rest like that
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man in the hat. Without a doubt, that man had the ability to
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trap me among his thoughts, for somehow I could feel his desires clearer than
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before. It was a plea, a desperate need for liberation. Eternity had
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worn him out and his soul longed for rest. However, he was trapped,
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unable to leave the pantheon and his son. Your plea resonated within me.
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Although I did not fully understand how I could help him, I felt
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a strong determination. I would dedicate myself to finding a way to free the
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man from the hat, to help him get the eternal rest he so longed
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for as much as they eat from r to investigate, reading ancient texts and
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searching in old records. I discovered stories of trapped spirits and liberation rituals.
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Every night after my rounds, I sat next to the boy' s tombstone
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and read aloud in the hope that the hat man would listen. The weeks
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passed and then the months and even though I wasn' t sure if what
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I was doing had any effect, I couldn' t give up. He
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owed me to this man who, despite his terrifying nature, had been my
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companion in the solitary surveillance of the pantheon. His weeping filled the air,
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an expression of deep sorrow and repentance that pierced my heart. I stood there
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looking at him without knowing how to comfort a sorrowful spirit. Every night he
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returned to the crypt and found there his weeping, a constant reminder of his
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eternal pain n o n n n ns. Because he was there, because
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he had not found the peace he so longed for. He spoke no words,
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but there was no need in his weeping I could feel the anguish of
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losing his son, the guilt of not being able to protect him, the
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remorse of not being able to be with him in his last moments was an
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emotional shock that left me paralyzed. But despite my fear, I also felt
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compassion because although the man in the hat was a fearsome figure, he was
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also a father who had lost his son, a man who was trapped in
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his own sadness. I made the decision to take a chance and every night
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I sat next to him, sharing his pain in silence. I could offer
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him no more than my presence and empathy, but I hoped that somehow that
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could help him find some comfort. As time passed I began to notice a
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change in myself, an unexplained fatigue. He began to sit down a deep
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tiredness that was not relieved with sleep. My thoughts were getting slower and slower,
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my movements getting heavier and heavier. I soon realized it wasn' t
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just physical fatigue. What I felt was something else, something that seemed to
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be draining me of energy, leaving me empty and exhausted, and when I
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sat down to reflect on it, I realized a chilling truth. The energy
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seemed to be related to the man in the hat. Every time I sat
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next to him, every time I shared his pain, I felt as if
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a part of me faded away absorbed by the desolation of his spirit. Their
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pain, their guilt seemed so powerful that they were consuming my own energy,
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leaving me worn and weakened. It was clear he couldn' t go on
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like this. I had to find a way to protect myself, to preserve
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my energy. While I was trying to help the hat man, I began
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searching the ancient texts, looking for some kind of defense or barrier I could
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employ. After days of searching, I found a series of protective rituals.
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They were complicated, requiring several elements and considerable concentration, but he was willing
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to try. I couldn' t afford to be drained completely. Not if
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I wanted to continue helping the hat man, I performed the ritual on the
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next full moon, invoking protection and strength to resist the drain of energy.
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At the end, I felt a sense of calmness, a sense of protection
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that enveloped me. The man' s pain in the hat was strong and
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although I could resist it, I didn' t want to find myself in
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the same situation as S. S. S. S. S. S.
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S. NS. And I kept looking, researching ways to help the
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hat man without sacrificing my own energy in the process. I did what I
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could, I studied more texts, I looked for other rituals, I tried
59:15
different approaches to alleviate their pain, but nothing seemed to work. Every night,
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her crying continued, her pain as palpable as ever, the feeling of
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impotence began to weigh on me and, along with my exhaustion, I felt
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more and more desperate. It was one night as I sat next to your
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son' s tombstone, when I finally came to the conclusion that I had
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been avoiding. I couldn' t go on like this. I couldn'
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t keep sacrificing my own health in a futile attempt to help the hat man.
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My heart was filled with sadness and sorrow, but I knew I had
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to accept the truth. I got up giving one last look to the boy
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' s gravestone. I felt a great regret for the man in the hat
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and his son and my decision to surrender seemed to me a betrayal, but
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I also knew that I had reached my limit. I couldn' t go
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on like this. With a deep sense of sadness, I left the tombstone
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and started walking away. I headed towards the old mausoleum, where I normally
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spent my nights, but that night I just passed by. I couldn'
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t stand the idea of listening to the hat man' s pits, not
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when I couldn' t do anything to help him. In the days and
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weeks that followed, I avoided the pantheon area where the man in the hat
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was. I continued my duties, keeping the pantheon clean and tidy, but
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with a feeling of regret that did not fade away. Sometimes during the quietest
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nights, I could still hear the faint cry of the hat man, a
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constant reminder of my failure. But no matter how sorry I was, I
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knew I had made the right decision. I couldn' t help him,
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not without putting my own health at risk. Although it was painful, I
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learned a valuable lesson. Not all sorrowful souls can be saved and not all
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pains can be alleviated. Sometimes the only option is to accept reality and take
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care of yourself no matter how hard it is. Finally, I quit my
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job and never went back to that pantheon, which left me a sad taste
1:01:37
of mouth. I knew that man had a clue about me. However,
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I never heard from him or from history again, although I clearly assumed that
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he was still a soul in sorrow, who went through all the tombstones in
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search of a solution, which will lead him to eternal rest. It was
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Sunday, August 4, a date I will never forget. It was at
1:02:04
that moment that I remember a large number of patrols arriving looking for the culprit
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of the crime that had clearly committed days ago, the cold sweat ran my
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forehead. While the courtroom was in an expectant silence, the judge pronounced the
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sentence for the crime of murder. First grade. The defendant is found guilty.
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My heart sank into my chest and my mind was flooded with unbelief.
1:02:32
As I had reached this point. For months he had been following the trail
1:02:38
of a dangerous web network of robberies operating in the city. My investigation went
1:02:44
into dangerous territory, but I was determined to reveal the truth to the public.
1:02:50
However, my efforts did not go unnoticed. The net led by a
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ruthless man known as the Dragon, laughed out of my presence and soon searched
1:03:00
for a way to silence me. I was threatened and attacked, but I
1:03:07
didn' t let myself be intimidated. My family had been involved in those
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aspects for years, as I had grown up and had access to technology at
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an early age, so it was something I handled perfectly. However, on
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that day, where my whole plan fell apart and part of my life also
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a fateful day, while collecting evidence in a dark alley, I had been
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caught in a shooting between gang members and security forces in the midst of chaos
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and confusion, someone fell down by a stray bullet the cruel fate. He
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wanted that someone to be an innocent passer- by and that security cameras I
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could have erased in a few minutes, but out of fear I didn'
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t. They pointed out to me that I was arrested and brought to trial
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despite my innocence. The evidence seemed incriminating. Photographs of me at the crime
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scene, manipulative witnesses and a quarter that fell apart under the prosecutor' s
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thorough scrutiny. As the trial progressed, I realized that I was not only
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fighting against the judicial machinery that seemed to have lined up against me and so
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the verdict was announced and I was sentenced to a prison sentence for a crime
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that I did not commit. I was handcuffed and taken to a solitary cell
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where the cold walls seemed to mock my situation. However, my determination was
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not broken. I refused to accept my fate. As an innocent man unjustly
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locked up, I decided, from the depths of my cell. I would
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use my pen as a sword to fight for my freedom and expose the corruption
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that had led me to this place. Every day I would write my story,
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my experiences and the injustices I witnessed behind bars. Even if my body
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were confined, my voice would resonate in the hearts of those who dared to
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listen. However, there was something strange and unpleasant in my cell. It
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was a skeleton, which was tied to the neck. At first he claimed
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that it was an object of terror and suffering for the prisoners. However,
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the moods in the prison claimed that years ago, that place had been a
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colonial pantheon itself that left many tombs and remains forgotten, since the relatives of
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much of the deceased had not been recognized and some others had tortured them in
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different ways. In that case they claimed that that skeleton was the trail of
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a man who was condemned and chained to himself to die tragically and slowly.
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I clearly felt that those comments were made because I was new and the new
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guy from the place. However, that figure that accompanied me in my cell
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all the time had been part of an additional decoration of place. There were
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even occasions where I completely forgot her. At night, however, I woke
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up with the feeling that someone was staring at me, but as I watched
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everywhere I could see nothing. As time passed, the nights became more and
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more heavy, as I felt the presence of someone just as I heard strange
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noises and laments. It was at that time that I began to believe that
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maybe that place, if it had been a pantheon, without a doubt,
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the cold stone walls and the lack of light had become my only company.
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That' s why there were days when I thought about that kind of thing
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and analyzed around me one night while I slept deeply I listened as someone began
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to complain and at the same time the sound of those chains that tied that
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great skeleton. It was there when, as I opened my eyes, my
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skin became erratic when I saw and heard what was happening. It was the
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skeleton that started talking and whispering. My name. I really couldn' t
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believe what was happening. I was on a pantheon and sharing a village with
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a corpse. It had really been a great punishment for me everything that happened
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Alexander Ben. It was those words that made me tremble, for it was
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not possible that such things were happening to me. Those chains were starting to
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ring every time because that abandoned figure in the corner of the cell was trying
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to communicate with me and I wanted all that to be a dream. However,
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the skeleton began to speak in a language that I did not understand,
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as it understood that it was about communicating with me, but it was difficult
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to do so clearly. We were from different times. I started knocking on
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the door in the hope that someone would listen to me and save me,
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but that was almost impossible, because I knew it was three o’ clock
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in the morning, as we colloquially call the Devil’ s hour. That
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kind of information I knew perfectly, because years ago I had entered into the
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world of Satanism, which I claimed was also on the verge of paying where
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I was at that time. That hour has a satanic symbolism, as it
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is half of six hundred and sixty- six the number of the devil.
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I clearly knew it and said, so, after analyzing the whole situation,
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I realized that that skeleton wanted to tell me something or know more about me,
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for it begged me to come closer and even though that paranormal being had
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no skin, I knew perfectly well that it was one of the strongest souls
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that lived in that prison and not only that the event so heartbreaking that it
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must have been understood that that prison was cursed by the lost souls of that
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time or to understand what was happening. I was really very confused and unable
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to find answers about it. Life had hit me very hard when I got
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to prison, but connecting with beings and spirits from another world was definitely something
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I didn' t understand. Maybe the skeleton was the product of my imagination.
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However, with the passing of days, as I tried to investigate it,
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I knew that it was a reality, because rumors said that every prisoner
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had passed through that cell, which had that fixed image of the skeleton chained
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and although for many it was not a novel and important aspect, others claimed
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that that being really tried to connect and communicate something in another of the nights
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that most marked my existence. I remember that the skeleton, whose eyes shone
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in the dark, began to speak with a cavernous and chilling voice. Who
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dares to disturb my eternal rest. This time I already spoke in my language
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and expressed to myself certain aspects, which I did not understand 100%.
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The skeleton sinisterly laughed at a brave intruder. Many have come before you seeking
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answers and riches, but all have fallen prey to the curse of this cell.
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I still don' t remember it being yesterday, because he sighed and
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started telling his story a long time ago. The cell belonged to a powerful
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nobleman who ruled with an iron hand. He was known for his cruelty and
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obsession with power, but his ambition did not go too far when he made
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a dark pact with the supernatural forces themselves that began to murder all the local
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farmers. That is why those rebels had been constantly buried at such a point
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as to become a pantheon of landlords and employees whose rebellion did not allow them
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to live any longer. He was chained to assure that that cemetery had become
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the center of dark rituals and human sacrifices. The curse fell on the noble
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and all those who inhabited the cell that was converted. Years later, their
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souls were trapped in the confines of the mansion, doomed to wander for eternity.
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It also continued. My name was William and I was one of the
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innocents who fell victim to the curse. For centuries. I' ve been
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stuck here without being able to find peace. All who venture here become victims
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of the curse, doomed to a fate similar to mine. I understood at
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that time that my fate was intertwined with that of the chained skeleton and that
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my only hope of avoiding a terrible punishment was to help him find eternal rest.
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So together we explored every corner of the prison, digging up clues and
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ons, revealing ancient secrets of who years ago had been a pantheon of innocent
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souls. After days I discovered that the only way to break the curse was
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to find the Book of the Damned, an ancient grimory that contained the power
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to free souls trapped in prison. According to legend, the book had been
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hidden in a place there known as the crypt of shadows. However, he
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meant that they had to dig deep into one of the graves and thus know
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what those secrets and conditions were all about that could somehow save the skeleton.
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After many satanic laments and events, that corpse made me the proposal that if
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I expedited the investigation and managed to find the book, which would ensure my
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freedom. That' s how I set out to find the truth of what
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happened and to break the curse. I didn' t hesitate for a second
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what I had proposed, so I immediately began to finish. Everywhere, as
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deep as I could My despair was ever greater that I could not control that
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impulse. Guided by the skeleton, I descended the depths of the mansion,
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diving into a maze of dark corridors and ruined stairs. Each step was more
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dangerous than the previous one, as the mansion seemed to resist its search.
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Strange phenomena occurred around us, gloomy figures moving in the shadows, disturbing whispers
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and cold air currents. When we finally seemed to have found the place.
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We arrived at the entrance of the crypt of shadows. The door, covered
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with archaic symbols, seemed sealed with dark magic. He knew that they had
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to face great dangers in order to obtain the book and free the skeleton chained
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with determination. We begin to decipher the symbols and conjus swears necessary to open
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the door. After hard work and a joint effort, we managed to untie
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the magic ties and the door opened before us, revealing an even deeper darkness.
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The crypt was full of ancient treasures, but the Book of the Damned
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was on a pedestal, in the center of the room. At that time,
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the skeleton whispered to my ear that I was careful with the secrets that
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might be inside that book, for there were several that had to be solved
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and it was very dangerous to take that, since not everyone was the chosen
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one. Clearly, my despair moved me forward cautiously and without hesitation, I
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took the book into my hands. Immediately, a powerful energy enveloped me and
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a gloomy voice resonated in my mind. You have defied the forces of darkness
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and disturbed the balance. Now you must complete your task and release me or
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you will face a fate worse than death itself warned the voice gloomy automatically.
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I looked at the chained skeleton that had been my guide and companion in this
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dangerous quest. I realized that I had no choice but to keep the promise
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and help the skeleton find eternal rest, as it was with a twisted smile.
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It formed in his cheeky skull as he slowly approached me. Confused and
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fearful, he retreated from the unexpected transformation of that skeleton. The aura of
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darkness surrounding William seemed to consume the light and distort the environment as it passed.
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His voice, now laden with indescribable malice, resonated in the mansion.
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It has been a useful tool, but my thirst for revenge and power has
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awakened. I need you by my side to make it happen. Paralysed by
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fear, but determined to resist, try to find a way out of the
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mansion. However, it seemed that they were closing around him blocking any possible
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escape. He was trapped with the chained skeleton that now housed the darkness inside
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him. As William advanced a supernatural storm broke out with lightning and thunder rumbling.
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The evil power that had invaded the skeleton was manifested through it, defying
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natural laws and generating an oppressive hour of terror.“ You cannot escape,
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” William muttered with a deeper and more terrifying voice. You' re meant
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to be my ally. In this quest for revenge. Together we will unleash
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endless torment upon those who condemned me. I felt my life with knots in
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my throat and began to look in the darkest corners of the mansion for any
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clue or relic that could undo the curse. I found an old book of
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spells hidden in a forgotten corner, covered in dust and arcane language. I
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desperately began to recite the words of a purification spell, hoping it would have
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enough power to free William from the clutches of darkness. However, it seemed
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that everything was in vain. Things got tough. Like my mind, I
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didn' t know exactly what was happening. My life just didn' t
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make sense. Clearly I was bound to a world without escape where I completely
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repented of all the acts I had done in the beginning. At that time
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I did not know whether the book had been the most viable idea or the
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worst, as things were becoming very complicated. I begged the skeleton to leave
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me alone that I had already done everything I could to be well. However,
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that skeleton kept looking at me and laughing at me, as it began
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to tell me that in this place no one had salvation. That' s
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where I understood all the real hell wasn' t being locked up in a
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cell, it was living hell inside it. As I turned around, I
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could observe hundreds of tombs, which belonged to the buried cemetery. Clearly the
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story was real where they mention that hundreds of people had been condemned and buried
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there, because at the end of the day, freedom was not an option
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at that time. I knew that the people who had been buried in that
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place were probably victims of that skeleton that enveloped them with their history and itself
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to cause pity upon them to catch them and consume their energies and souls to
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strengthen themselves. Even more clearly, he did not want to accept that he
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was yet another victim of that colonial curse, but he had no salvation.
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I was freaking out. I decided to lock myself in the bathroom waiting to
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find an answer to which I had to save myself from that curse. I
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was able to observe a corridor that led me to an office where I could
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visualize a letter to which, apparently, it showed an important clue. Similarly,
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I found a detailed map of the prison and a key that allegedly opened
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the emergency back door of the cell. Without hesitation, I decided to run
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with all my strength towards the exit, looking everywhere. Deep down, I
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knew something was wrong. As I walked through the dark and dusty corridors of
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the prison, I could feel a sinister presence behind me, as if the
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skeleton that had tormented me so much was suddenly chasing me, I heard a
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noise behind me and realized to see the skeleton. On this occasion, however,
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he was free from his chains, moving toward me, hesitant, terrified
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fellows. I tried to run faster, but my legs seemed to weigh a
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ton. I finally got to the exit and tried to open the door.
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However, it seemed more complicated than it was, as my hands were shaking
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more and more. It was as if I was at a midpoint of my
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perdition and salvation. I looked back and could observe the skeleton stopping just at
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the threshold of one of the nearest cells, as if I could not cross
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that invisible line. I ran away from the prison, still feeling the presence
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of the spirit behind me. As I walked away desperate for the situation,
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I told him that he was taking over me at once, because I no
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longer knew what other alternative to take on it. However, that sinister one
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told me that it was not so easy, for the point of all this
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was to make me suffer at such a point of despair. On top of
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the lack of consistency I had left, I came up with the great idea
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of asking those innocent souls who had been unjustly buried. I knew that somehow
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these could help me and myself increase the little hope I had to get out
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of that terrible place. I began to cry out and plead in every possible
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way that those deceased will help save this desperate soul. So I tried to
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concentrate, and that was when a light began to cover that very skeleton that
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slowly lamented, for it was expressed that it burned him and could not move
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elsewhere. It was like he was stuck in that place. It was there
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that my hope was quickly strengthened. I took the keys and I was able
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to get out of that terrible place, which I catalogued without hesitation as hell
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himself. I still remember that happening at night I wake up feeling the real
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terror, as if I found myself back there, next to that famous skeleton
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