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Proceso “inédito” del Responsable del Frente Amplio Por México

Proceso “inédito” del Responsable del Frente Amplio Por México #aperturaintelectual #vmrfaintelectual @victormanrf @Victor M. Reyes Ferriz @vicmanrf @victormrferriz Víctor Manuel Reyes Ferriz

27 DE JUNIO DE 2023 Proceso “inédito” del Responsable del Frente Amplio Por México POR: VÍCTOR MANUEL REYES FERRIZ Con apenas nueve años de haberse conformado, el Partido Político Nacional (PPN) denominado MORENA ha conseguido lo que muchos otros partidos no han podido e incluso, lo que el Partido Revolucionario Institucional (PRI) tampoco tuvo en sus mejores épocas, y es que, hoy en día…

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Opinión | Que no le digan… | La derrota del conservadurismo

Opinión | Que no le digan… | La derrota del conservadurismo #PeriodismoParaTi #SociedadNoticias #QueNoLeDigan @MarioA_Medina @Claudiashein @PartidoMorenaMx @GobiernoMX #SCJN #ministros @SCJN

El voto del ministro Alberto Pérez Dayán dio la puntilla a la derecha. Su decisión ha significado su derrota, su fracaso… Por Mario A. Medina El voto del ministro Alberto Pérez Dayán dio la puntilla a la derecha. Su decisión ha significado su derrota, su fracaso. Desde el triunfo de Andrés Manuel López Obrador y su llegada a la Presidencia de la República, el conservadurismo nacional no soportó…

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Beatriz Paredes, la priista que trabajó con Salinas de Gortari y Zedillo, se suma a la campaña de Lucy Meza

🖊#Elecciones2024 | Beatriz Paredes, la priista que trabajó con Salinas de Gortari y Zedillo, se suma a la campaña de Lucy Meza +INFO:

“Siguiendo las directrices del Comité Ejecutivo Nacional (CEN) de nuestro Partido, integrante de la alianza Fuerza y Corazón por México, venimos a respaldar, a apoyar con nuestra colaboración a una candidata que está dando muestras de cómo cuando hay calidad personal, cuando hay convicción y cuando se tiene el deseo de servir genuinamente a Morelos, como es el caso de Lucy Meza, se conquista la…

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Encuestas no favorecen a Beatriz Paredes como candidata del Frente Amplio: Alejandro Moreno

Dejó entrever que la senadora priista podría declinar por Xóchitl Gálvez, pues “es una mujer de Estado” y “responsable con este país” Continue reading Untitled

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Critican a funcionarios por hacer actos proselitistas

Tijuana, 2 de mayo de 2023.- La senadora Beatriz Paredes aseguró que los funcionarios no deben hacer campaña sin abandonar el cargo y aseguró que sí aspira a la candidatura presidencial de su partido, el Revolucionario Institucional. Además que recurrirán a las instancias correspondientes para revocar las reformas aprobadas en al vapor en el Congreso de la Unión. Dentro de su participación en una…

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Sostiene la senadora Beatriz Paredes, encuentro con militantes del PRI en Querétaro

Diálogos como el que hoy tenemos con la senadora Beatriz Paredes, nos ayudan a construir juntos, el PRI al que aspiramos, un PRI moderno y que se adapta a cada tiempo y momento; aseguró Toño Macías Trejo, secretario General del Comité Directivo Estatal del PRI. En el marco del encuentro con la militancia priista del estado de Querétaro, en la sede del Comité Directivo Estatal de este instituto…

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Destruir a México

Beatriz Paredes es fundadora y miembro del Foro de São Paulo(Hoy grupo Puebla). ♨️‼️ Fundadores Aquí está Beatriz Paredes Rangel como integrante de los Fundadores del Grupo de Puebla, capítulo México del Foro de Sao Paulo, creado por Fidel Castro para promover el Populismo Autoritario con el que llegaron al poder los Dictadores: Hugo Chavez, Maduro y Daniel Ortega. Mismo grupo donde Obrador…

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dos oruguitas | #1 stupid caterpillars

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: For most of your lives, you were convinced that nothing could separate you. You and Eddie against the world. However, the world did not give up, throwing worse and worse challenges at you. TW: tiny mention of blood (reader cuts her hand), mention of death, heartbreak

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

song that I used: Sebastián Yatra - Dos Oruguitas

another story! The first chapter is just about some importnat events from Eddie and reader's past, the real plot will start in chapter two, but I felt it was kinda important to mention these things first! I hope you will like it! The feedback is highly appreciated here 🥰 Also huge thank you to @i-me-mine for prereading and checking if everyththing is okay, you are amazing ♥

"But we don't want to go to bed yet!" shouted Eddie pretending to be offended. 

"Tía, por favor!" you said grabbing the woman's hand and sending her a puppy dog look. 

"I know what you're doing, little bug, you're not going to soften my heart by talking to me in Spanish." Mrs. Gómez laughed quietly. "Your dad and your uncle will kill me if you're sleep-deprived tomorrow morning when they get home from work. And I don't think we want that, do we?"

"Ughh, fine!" you replied, and together with Eddie you went to bed in his bedroom. While Wayne and your dad were out on their night shifts, your neighbor came in every night to take care of the two crazy kids. The men were always shocked at how she managed to control the two of you, who were like a ticking bomb. Sometimes they had the impression that you listened to her more than to them.

"Tía Beatriz?" asked Eddie as he covered himself with a blanket.

"Yes?" 

"Will you sing to us?" 

"And what would my caterpillars like to hear?" she chuckled.

"You know what!" you giggled. 

"As long as you sing with me." 

" Dos oruguitas... " you began without needing much encouragement. Singing lullabies has always been your favorite part of the evening.

" Enamoradas! " Eddie added quickly after you. Mrs. Gómez, to Wayne and your dad's satisfaction, has always woven a little Spanish into your daily conversations. Your small and receptive as a sponge brains always assimilated every new word without a problem, especially when all the songs she taught you were in that language. Over the years spent under her care, the two of you became almost bilingual, and it's no surprise that later in high school it was the only subject in which Eddie always earned good grades.

Dos oruguitas enamoradas Pasan sus noches y madrugadas Llenas de hambre Siguen andando y navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando Navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando

Dos oruguitas paran el viento Mientras se abrazan con sentimiento Siguen creciendo, no saben cuándo Buscar algún rincón El tiempo sigue cambiando Inseparables son El tiempo sigue cambiando

Ay, oruguitas, no se aguanten más Hay que crecer aparte y volver Hacia adelante seguirás Vienen milagros, vienen crisálidas Hay que partir y construir su propio futuro

Ay, oruguitas, no se aguanten más Hay que crecer aparte y volver Hacia adelante seguirás Vienen milagros, vienen crisálidas Hay que partir y construir su propio futuro

Dos oruguitas desorientadas En dos capullos bien abrigadas Con sueños nuevos Ya solo falta hacer lo necesario En el mundo que sigue cambiando Tumbando sus paredes Ahí viene nuestro milagro Nuestro milagro Nuestro milagro Nuestro milagro

Ay, mariposas, no se aguanten más Hay que crecer aparte y volver Hacia adelante seguirás Ya son milagros, rompiendo crisálidas Hay que volar, hay que encontrar Su propio futuro

"And now good night mis oruguitas " She kissed each of you on the forehead and left the room turning off the light. 

"These caterpillars are stupid." said Eddie after a while. "If they love each other they should never split up. Never." 

"I dunno, Eddie. Dad says life is hard, maybe they had to do it?" you replied looking at the ceiling.

"How can life be hard? Like math?" he mused. "But even if math is difficult we help each other with it together." he added after a moment.

"Maybe those caterpillars weren't best friends like us?" you asked turning sideways, facing him. "The song says they will come back together as butterflies," he said. 

"If they're going to come back anyway, why leave at all?"

"You're right, they're stupid." you concluded. "We are smarter, aren't we?" 

"Let's promise each other we'll never be as stupid as them and we'll always be together." he extended his pinky finger in your direction.

"I promise." Without hesitation you grabbed it with yours. 

6-year-old Eddie didn't know what the future held for him. All he knew was that he wanted to always have his best friend by his side. Unfortunately, fate, as always, likes to play tricks.

If you had to choose your best memory it would definitely be on the podium. You would give anything to return to carefree evenings of singing lullabies together. 

Now, ten years later, staring at the gray tombstone, you didn't know if your cheeks were wet from tears or rain. You didn't care, because the pain you felt in your heart was indescribable. 

"I can't believe she's gone." you howled. The lump in your throat barely allowed you to breathe let alone speak longer.

"She will always be with us." said Eddie grabbing your hand. 

"I miss her, Eddie." 

"I know, so do I." He himself was unable to hold back tears. "But she will always be with us, in our hearts." He hugged you tightly.

"We have to go now." said Wayne walking up to you with your dad. "We'll be back tomorrow, I promise." 

"Goodbye, tía Beatriz." you whispered and looked one last time with eyes full of despair at the neat GÓMEZ inscription on the marble slab. 

The night after the funeral you spent locked in Eddie's room singing all the songs she had taught you sobbing and getting drunk with the bottle of vodka you had stolen from your dad's cabinet. When Wayne found you hunched together on the bed in the morning, he did nothing. He knew he should, but seeing you lying cuddled up together, he didn't have the heart to wake you. Your back almost melted into Eddie's chest, his one hand was under the pillow and the other hugged you tightly. Your fingers were lightly intertwined, and there were plenty of tissues lying around you. You had just lost the woman who had helped with your raising from the very beginning, the talk about drinking alcohol before the age of 21 could wait. 

When Eddie woke up he felt his whole body go numb, only after a while he began to feel the pain that was literally everywhere. Opening his eyes slowly, he squirmed as he tried to adjust his vision to the dim light coming from his left side. Slowly he turned his head toward its source. It was a small bedside lamp he associated with your desk. It was not your room, though. As his gaze ran downward he noticed how an IV was embedded in the bend of his hand, even lower was your hand holding his. You were sitting right next to the bed strangely bent over a chair, asleep. A book lay on your stomach, and the thumb from your other hand served as a bookmark. He began to look around further. He was in the hospital. Why was he in the hospital? Only after a while did the events of the previous day begin to occur to him. The Upside Down, the bats, your and Dustin's screams...He had survived. He didn't know by what miracle but he survived. You had also survived. You were by his side now. He felt tears coming to his eyes, he had no idea if it was from pain, shock or any other reason, he just wanted to cry. He involuntarily squeezed your hand waking you up. 

"Oh my god Eddie!" you said immediately reacting to the sight of his open eyes. "Don't move, I'm going to get a doctor!" you blasphemously ran out of the room. He didn't even have the strength to show his displeasure that you disappeared so quickly. 

For the next hour, the doctors and nurses harassed him with all sorts of tests and questions, and he felt much more tired than he expected when they finally left him alone. Fortunately, they gave him painkillers that made his pain relatively bearable. 

"I called Wayne's work, his boss said he'd let him out early today, so he should be in in about an hour and a half." you said as you walked back into the room and sat down in the chair again grabbing his hand. He turned his face slowly toward you, feeling terribly weak, but he didn't mind. He knew that with you he could be vulnerable. "I don't know if I want to kill you or hug you now." you said pressing his hand to your lips and kissed gently. 

"I had to...protect you." he whispered. 

"I thought I had lost you, Eddie. I thought you were gone." Not holding out, you began to sob. 

"Sorry..." his voice was barely audible. 

"I don't know what I would have done with myself if you hadn't woken up." The despair on your face was breaking his heart, he didn't realize he had started crying himself until you got up from your chair and leaned over to wipe the tears from his cheeks. "It's okay to cry." you said. "Cry as much as you need to. But I beg you never to leave me again." He would so much like to reach so your cheek now and return the favor but his hand seemed too heavy. 

"Can you...hug?" he asked without taking his eyes off you. His eyes begged for your closeness.

"I don't want to hurt you Eddie." you said sitting down next to him on the edge of the bed.

"'I'm fine, not hurting, please." How could you disagree? As gently as you could, you helped him lift himself up and sat embracing him with your arm, his head fitting perfectly into the gap between your arm and your head. You placed your one hand where his heart was to feel his heartbeat and grabbed his hand with the other. Reminders that this is not a dream at all. Feeling your weight by his side, the boy felt safe. He was possessed by peace. Home. he thought, smiling slightly with one corner of his mouth. 

"Not going- not goin' anywhere." he muttered and used all his strength to raise his pinky finger in your direction, which you immediately caught with yours. Now your hands lay just above his heart. "Song?" he asked feeling his eyelids slowly getting heavy. 

"Which one?" you laughed quietly.

"Y'know..." 

"Dos oruguitas enamoradas, pasan sus noches y madrugadas..." you began quietly at the same time moving your hand to his hair and began stroking it. Your quiet singing filled the room, with his eyes closed he imagined that instead of a hospital bed you were lying as you always did in his trailer. Whenever he thought of safety and home the same scene appeared before his eyes. Always the same way cuddled up on his bed together humming lullabies before going to bed. Damn anyone who would only try to say that you are too old for them. There is nothing better than lying in your arms and listening to your quiet, warm voice and soothing touch. He wished he had the strength to tell you, but sleep was much stronger, momentarily cutting him off from reality. 

Noticing that he was asleep, you stopped singing and kissed him on the top of his head. "I love you, Eddie." you muttered into his hair. That night you promised yourself that as soon as he got better you would finally tell him that love on your part was not entirely platonic. 

"Eddie? Steve? Do you copy?" 

"Sup Wheeler?" Eddie asked while chewing on a slice of pizza. When they heard that this time, instead of a movie marathon together, you wanted to spend a "girls'" night with Robin and Nancy, they decided to spend a "guys'" night at Gareth's garage with Jonathan, Argyle and the guys from Corroded Coffin. 

"Can you come get Robin and y/n?" asked Mike.

"What happened?" asked Steve. "They figured they couldn't have a good time without us?" he smirked.

"Uhh...I guess they drank too much wine? Nancy passed out on the couch and the two of them are sitting in the garden right now and crying." Mike definitely didn't know what to do at that moment.

"Wait- Are they crying? What the hell happened there?" Steve's amusement quickly turned to concern.

"I have no idea! Can you just come get them?" he sighed exasperatedly.

"We'll be right there." Eddie said.

When they arrived you were still sitting in the garden on the grass. You were hugging each other and an already empty wine bottle stood between you. The night silence was broken only by the sounds of your sobbing. 

"Hey! What happened?" Steve quickly ran over to you, followed immediately by Eddie. At the sight of them you burst out crying even more, and they only looked at each other even more confused. "Are you hurt?"

"No." replied Robin for the two of you. You were certainly not physically hurt. You could say that when Nancy dropped out of the game the topic of conversation with Robin descended into very private matters. You didn't even know when she was crying into your shoulder because of Vicky, who doesn't reciprocate her feelings, and then you admitted for the first time to anyone about being in love with your best friend. 

"C'mon, what happened?" asked Eddie for the second time. 

"Nothin'," you muttered into Robin's shoulder which you clung to. 

"I'm pretty sure it's somethin' since it brought you two to tears," said Eddie. 

"Nobody loves us!" Robin snapped. "We're like two hopeless losers." 

"I love you Robin!" you said lurking. There was far too much wine in your bodies.

"And I love you!" she replied. You weren't able to count all the I love yous you said to each other that night, however, it wasn't the kind of love you were now crying over. It was a friendly sisterly love. 

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Steve chuckled. You both lifted your heads to finally look at the two boys in front of you. 

"I think they need to be reminded, Steve." Eddie added.

"We love you guys." Steve removed himself next to Robin. 

"We love you both very much." Eddie took up a passing seat next to you.

"Not that way, dingus!" Robin groaned.

"I know, but that doesn't change the fact that we still love you." he laughed, and then both of them trapped the two of you in a big shared hug. 

"Time to go home, you drunks." Eddie said after a while. 

"You're a drunk yourself you...drunk!" Robin replied, which caused the metalhead to laugh even more. 

The road passed you in silence. First you drove Robin to where Eddie and Steve escorted her all the way to her bed, the next stop was Steve's house and finally your trailer where he entered as if he was at his place following you to your bedroom. Tired and sad, you threw yourself right back onto the mattress.

"You okay?" he asked laying down next to you.

"Yes." you muttered into the pillow. 

"You're not very convincing." You knew he was smirking now. You could hear it. 

"I'm unlovable." you whined.

"That's not true." he said. "Hey, look at me." He put his hand on your shoulder and gently pulled you to the other side, but you resisted. You didn't want to look at him now. You also didn't want him to look at you, even though he had seen you in a much worse state many times. 

"Okay... no looking." he sighed. "A lot of people love you y/n." he began gently stroking your back. "I love you, your dad loves you, Wayne loves you, Robin, the kids, even King Steve loves you! Who would have thought?" he laughed lightly. You, on the other hand, were not laughing. 

"But you don't love me the way I want you to love me." the words came out of your mouth faster than you had time to realize.

"What do you mean?" he asked puzzled. 

"Nothin' ugh!" you banged your fist on the mattress of the bed. You felt too irritated to talk to him about you now and face rejection. "Can you just sing to me?" you asked already more calmly. 

"What would you like to hear?" he asked embracing you from behind. 

"You know very well what." 

"Of course I know" He laughed again and began to sing about the two caterpillars from whom the two of you were supposed to be smarter. But were you really?

"I can't believe that this time next month we'll already be in Indy." Robin said, smiling. You were lounging by the Harrington's pool on deck chairs taking advantage of the last days of warmth. "Have you thought about what to do about staying yet? My offer still stands, at least I won't have to look for some stranger who wants to live with me." 

"I don't know, Robin. It's not that far at all, I could take the train to come to classes every day and come back..." you sighed. "Won't you miss it?"

"After all, we're not going to the end of the world, we can visit them or they can visit us every weekend, together we'll be able to afford a bigger apartment, so even if they wanted to visit us with these little shrimps everyone would fit in." 

"But-" 

"Okay, no more pulling the wool over my eyes. We both know who is the reason you don't want to move out." She sent you a communicative look.

"Just- We've been inseparable since we were kids! We see each other every day, I can't remember the last time there was any extended break between us, he's my best friend and it's hard for me to imagine that he'll suddenly be gone." 

"Are you sure we're talking about friendly feelings here?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh Shut up! Even if, then what?"

"It's that you should finally tell him about it!" 

"I will tell! I was going to do it today when we get home."

Eddie was late as standard. However, none of you suspected that this evening he would also introduce you to the reason for his delay. 

Still sitting on the deck chairs, you laughed with Robin as you watched Dustin and Will shooting each other with water pistols in the pool. Jonathan and Nancy were sitting across from you, while Steve and Argyle were guarding the grill and the rest of the kids were playing in the pool. Suddenly you saw Eddie's van approaching the driveway. Gareth, Jeff and Simon were the first to jump out, followed shortly after by Eddie. After a moment, a girl came out from behind the car, and with a quick step she approached him and intertwined their fingers. You were not prepared for this sight. No one was. Everyone watched in shock as the couple approached you. Eddie was saying something, probably introducing her to everyone, but your heart was too loud to hear anything. It was ringing in your ears, the girl offered you her hand, you shook it smiling nervously. 

Three hours have passed. You felt bad, you felt uncomfortable, suddenly all the joy you had in you has disappeared. All of a sudden the amount of people around you has become overwhelming. Three hours have passed, and you still can't remember the girl's name. All you can do is watch as every now and then she sneaks little kisses leaving traces of her blood red lipstick on Eddie's face. His hand on the cut of her waist, the moments when he whispers something in her ear and makes her giggle. She is beautiful. The most metal girl you have ever seen. The most metal and the most perfect for Eddie, who loudly compliments her every now and then in front of everyone. Argyle offers you a piece of meat straight from the grill but you are not hungry. Steve asks if you want something to drink, which you also refuse. Despite the fact that you ate only a light breakfast today you don't feel hungry. In fact, you feel nothing but a strange unpleasant feeling in your stomach. There's too much. Everything is too much. Taking the opportunity that no one is paying attention to you you go home straight to Steve's room. The blinds are still shut, you quickly walk over to the window to close it and muffle the happy sounds from the garden. The sight of the two of them did not disappear from your eyes, clenching them tightly you took a step forward without noticing the shoes lying next to you. Stumbling over them you lost your balance, in panic you grabbed the dresser, but this did not stop your fall. Along with you fell a glass vase shattering into pieces. 

"Nonononono, shit..." you began panickingly picking up the pieces. The bigger one cut your hand leaving a small blood stain on the carpet.

"Y/n?" you heard Steve's voice. He stood in the doorway looking at you in shock. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I tripped and tried to catch something-" 

"Why are you crying? It's just a vase." You didn't even realize you were crying. You automatically raised your hand to your cheek when you felt pain on your palm. You forgot about it. Now the blood was also on your cheek. Embarrassed, you thought you must look comical.

"Shit, you're bleeding. I'll be right back, wait." 

"Steve-" you said before he could leave.

"yeah?" 

"Can you go get Robin, please?" 

Without a word he jogged off downstairs and returned a moment later with everything he needed to take care of your cut and a friend at his side. 

"It's too late." you said when you saw her. "Too late." She was quickly on the floor beside you. 

"Let me see your hand." interjected Steve. Without a word you handed it to him. While he was engaged in patching up your hand you cried into Robin's shoulder. "I think you're not just crying over a broken vase..." he said after a moment of silence interrupted by your sobs. "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, just remember that you can count on me." He squeezed your hand gently when he finished.

"Thank you, Steve." you said quietly. "I don't want to go back there."

"We can stay here." Robin said. "I bet Kind Steve has a super comfortable bed for us to lie down on." she said with a smile wanting to comfort you. 

"It's pretty comfy, but in the guest room I have a TV and an even bigger bed." he said. "I'll smuggle you some movies and food if you want."

"Why is there blood on the carpet?" the voice of Max surprised you.

"Something happened?" El quickly stepped out from behind her. "Why are you crying?" she asked. "Are you hurt? Are you in danger?" she asked looking around the room for a potential threat. 

"No, nothing, calm down." you said. "I tripped and broke a vase." you pointed to the shards of glass. 

"That's why you're crying?" she still had trouble understanding others, so she was always barraging you with questions. You couldn't blame her for that. You were proud of how she was always eager to learn everything and try to understand. 

"No, that's not why." You shook your head. "But don't worry about it, please."

"It's because of Eddie isn't it?" interjected Max crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Did Eddie hurt you?" El immediately asked.

"No, he didn't." replied.

"But he brought a girl here. And that hurts her." 

"That girl is pretty." commented El thoughtfully.

"Yes, she is very pretty." You nodded, feeling another wave of tears come to your eyes. Seeing this, understanding appeared on Jane's face.

"You...love Eddie." she said slowly. 

"I was blind for a month and I could still see how much you loved that idiot." commented Max. 

"Max!" Steve hissed.

"What, he's an idiot if he prefers to sit there with her now!" 

"Can I hug you?" a sudden question from El silenced them. 

"Of course you can." You opened your arms. 

"That girl is pretty..." she said hugging you tighter. "But not like you. You are prettier, and very warm. She is cold, I don't like her." She and Joyce developed a system that allowed her to talk more easily about her feelings about other people. When she said someone was cold, she wanted to let you know in a gentle way that she felt uncomfortable around that person. 

"She looked at us as if we were intruders, she didn't say a word to us from the very beginning." Max rolled her eyes. "She really thinks we're kids that Steve has to babysit and that's the only reason we're here, when Jonathan tried to tell her we're part of the group too she laughed at him!" 

"Okay, enough." Robin said. "Together with y/n I'm not going back down, you can stay with us if you want, but that's the end of this topic."

"Deal." The girls smiled broadly and the four of you moved to the guest room. Spending the rest of the evening there and falling asleep isolated from everyone.

The weather matched your mood. Heavy drops of rain pounded the roof of the trailer from which you and your dad slowly carried the cardboard boxes under a little canopy. Your dad borrowed a small truck from his workmate so that he could easily transport all of yours and Robin's belongings straight to your new apartment in Indianapolis. Eddie was awakened by a knock on the door of his room.

"C'mon son before it's too late!" Wayne entered after waiting a moment. "Oh." He was surprised to see that his nephew was not there alone. Fortunately, the girl next to him was still sleeping. "Sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor." He said almost in a whisper.

"Well, now you see." Eddie sighed. "What's too late for?" he asked sleepily, wiping his face with his hands.

"I thought you wanted to say goodbye to y/n before she leaves." 

"Where is she going?" 

"To Indianapolis?" asked the man clearly confused.

"But she starts college in a week." 

"That's why they're leaving early to get the apartment ready." Did Eddie not know anything? Wayne had actually noticed a huge lack of your presence since Eddie started dating Samantha. However, he didn't know it was that bad.

"She'll probably help Buckley and come back, I'll see her later," he said. 

"Son, she and Buckley girl are moving out together. You really didn't know?" 

Suddenly there was not an ounce of sleepiness in him. He quickly got to his feet, put on the pants that were on the floor and ran to the living room window, from which he had a view on your trailer. The sight of the pile of boxes next to the front door took his breath away. What was going on? You were supposed to stay here in Hawkins and commute to Indianapolis by train. What changed and why didn't you tell him anything about it? Clenching his fist, he tried to control his breathing which was becoming more rapid and irregular. 

He pulled on a sweatshirt that hung on a hanger next to him and stormed out from the trailer. He didn't care about the rain, it was boiling inside him. Immediately behind him with a quick step walked Wayne. 

"Can we talk?" he said through his teeth, stopping in front of you. Not expecting his presence, you stood like a stone staring at him with big, surprised eyes. 

"It's alright, kid. We still have plenty of time, a little break will do us good. I'll go make myself and Wayne some coffee." Your dad said and they both disappeared into the trailer. 

"Come on." said Eddie grabbing your wrist and dragging you back to his. "What the fuck y/n?!" he asked irritated when you found yourselves in the living room. "Are you moving out?!" You didn't answer anything, which upset him even more. "You were supposed to stay here! You already had everything planned! Why didn't you say anything?!" he was raising his voice with each word.

"When was I supposed to tell you?! We hardly see each other at all! We don't talk!" you exploded feeling that his anger was unfair.

"And whose fault is it?! You're the one who suddenly started skipping all the meetings without even saying why, and now this! You just wanted to leave like that without saying a word!"

"Is it really so bad that I want to finally move on?! Everyone is slowly starting to put their lives back together after everything that happened to us! Everyone moves forward, you move forward! You can't expect me to stand in the same place all the time and just look at everything from the side! You have no right to do that!" There have been arguments between you and Eddie, but they have never been as serious as now. You never raised your voice at him. You never yelled at him like you do now, a yell that caused a sore throat and waterfalls of tears running down your cheeks. 

"Why can't you move on here?!" he too finally began to shout. 

"Because I can't! I can't! Be-because-" 

"What the hell guys?" a sleepy girl's voice interrupted your shouting match. She was standing in the doorway from Eddie's bedroom dressed only in his T-shirt and underwear. The sight of her in this place and in this condition was like a critical blow. The final nail in the coffin. 

"Nothing." Eddie snapped. "Just go back to bed, I'll be back soon too." Feeling your heart break in half you looked him straight in the eye.

"You're putting your life together, Eddie. Let me do it too." you no longer shouted. Now your voice was filled with pain. 

"You are the one who is breaking our promise, y/n." His lower lip began to tremble. 

"You're right." you said, not quite believing it. "It's my fault, I'm sorry." You took one last look at your best friend. Your Eddie, whom you had come to love more than anyone else over the years. The anger on his face disappeared, only sadness remained. A shrill sadness and big eyes full of tears. Right now, in his home, where you shared many amazing and happy moments together, a scene of separation was playing out. Two caterpillars who were always supposed to be together somewhere along the way lost their common direction ending up on a road where you can't see the connection. They are forced to go their own way alone. 

When he didn't speak for a long while you turned around and left. When Wayne and your dad saw your tears you lied that it was because you would miss them. Not wanting to worry you even more, they pretended to believe you. 

Your first night in the new apartment should be exciting. You should enjoy the new beginning. You should have enjoyed moving forward, but you couldn't, feeling that your adventure had a missing piece that nothing would be able to replace. 

"Come in!" Robin exclaimed as you knocked quietly on the door to her room. Without a word you sat down on the bed looking around the white and so far empty walls. "What's up?" she asked sitting down next to you. You looked at her unable to get a word out. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you shook your head. You couldn't say what was happening. Words couldn't describe how you felt. "Hey, it's okay." she said like she was reading your mind. 

"Can I sleep here today?" you asked quietly. The fact that you didn't want to be alone right now was the only thing you were sure of at that moment. 

"Of course, my mattress is much more comfortable than yours anyway." she laughed. "Do you need anything else to make you feel better? We can watch some movie."

"No." You sighed.

"I can sing you a lullaby, I remember you once mentioning that it calms you down." In truth, you appreciated her efforts, but it wasn't a good idea. Lullabies were something yours and Eddie's. Only yours. At least that's what you thought. An unwanted thought ran through your head as to whether he was singing them to her, too, and you squirmed at the thought. "No more lullabies, Robin. Never again." 

Since you left, Eddie's life began to turn upside down. One of the positive things was that he got a job at a music store and was able to occasionally earn extra money as a mechanic from a local garage. The work was well paid and enjoyable. Even his co-workers seemed to be friendly to him.

Unfortunately, that would be enough good things. Less than a month after you left, Samantha left him without a word. This made your absence even more unbearable. 

Your goodbye wasn't one of the best, after your leaving you didn't call once, so he didn't do it either, explaining that you didn't leave him the number to your new apartment, but he knew it was just a poor excuse, because if he had just asked everyone would have given it to him. Robin often came over on weekends, but you didn't do it once. When Steve and the rest of the team went to visit you he never had the courage to ask if he could join them. All he did was occasionally ask your dad how you were doing when they saw each other. The man, however, always answered only with short sentences that everything was fine.  You, on the other hand, avoided any talk about him at all costs, and over time everyone began to respect this and the subject of Eddie was not brought up in your company.

Months passed and he still could not come to terms with how your fate had turned out. Unfortunately, the biggest shock was still ahead of him when, getting ready for work one morning, he heard a loud knock on the door. Wayne, eating breakfast, sent him a questioning look, to which he just shrugged his shoulders and went to open it. He found no one there, looking around he didn't see a living soul. Only when his gaze traveled downward did his heart died. He grabbed onto the doorframe to keep from falling over. A rather large cardboard box was lying at the doorstep.

"What's this?" asked Wayne approaching from behind. The contents of the carton also almost knocked him off his feet. 

The younger Munson slowly knelt down to pick up the piece of paper with the message with a shaking hand. 

When I found out, it was too late. She has no name. -S

He watched in disbelief as the little eyes began to open. Little chocolate button eyes. Just like his. There was a baby. A little girl wrapped in a blanket lay quietly in a cardboard box looking at her dad's pale face. 

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Brazil discovers Pan American gold in the ring and on the beach.

Brazil discovers Pan American gold in the ring and on the beach. As the first week of competition in cold Santiago came to a conclusion on Friday, the United States gold rush also ended, and Brazilians punched and spiked their way to Pan American Games gold. Beach volleyball is regarded as a national sport in Brazil, where the top-ranked men's and women's teams, Andre Stein and George Souto, and Patricia Ramos and Duda Lisboa, respectively, returned home with both titles after putting on impressive performances beneath the cloud-covered Andes mountains. Brazilian boxers, led by twice-world champion and Olympic silver medallist Beatriz Ferreira, were amassing 12 medals, including four gold, on the opposite side of the capital of Chile. Prior to losing to the United States two weeks earlier, Ramos and Lisboa were world champions in 2022. They were once again victorious, defeating Melissa Humana-Paredes and Brandie Wilkerson of Canada 2-0. In women's beach volleyball, the silver was Canada's first medal at a Pan American Games. The two teams, who included world winners, played at the high caliber anticipated in a close final (22–20, 22–18). After needing three sets to defeat Jorge Alayo and Noslen Diaz of Cuba, Andre Loyola and George Souto had to put in a little more time and effort into the chilly evening in order to clinch the golden double. Beach volleyball players Marco and Esteban Grimalt, two of Chile's most well-known athletes, were unable to hold onto the gold medal they won in Lima four years prior, but the cousins triumphed 2-1 over American players Logan Webber and Hagen Smith to win a bronze medal that thrilled the boisterous crowd waving flags. Olympic tickets were punched and thirteen gold medals were awarded on a hectic day in the boxing arena. With every fighter in the finals having guaranteed a quota position for the Olympics in Paris, winning a silver medal came with an added benefit. The first Brazilian woman to win gold was Ferreira, who defeated Colombia's Angie Paola Valdes Pana 5-0 to win the women's 60 kilogram title. On the other hand, the top three finishers were Jucielen Romeu (57 kg), Barbara Maria Dos Santos (66 kg), and Caroline Barbosa (50 kg). Cuba, a boxing powerhouse, only managed two gold medals; double Olympic champion Julio Cesar La Cruz won the men's 92kg final, while Arlen Lopez Cardona won the 80kg weight class. Both the US and Canada had two champions: Joshua Edwards of the US won the super heavyweight (+92 kg) title, while Jahmal Harvey of Canada won the 57 kg title. In the 75-kilogram women's division, Tammara Thibeault of Canada won 5-0 to add Pan American gold to her world and Commonwealth Games wins. The winner was Atheyna Bylon of Panama. Wyatt Sanford triumphed for Canada as well, winning gold in the 63.5 kg weight division. "Out of all the tournaments I've been to, I've been able to capture gold and I was missing Pan Ams," Thibeault stated. "Now missing the Olympics, but hopefully we're on the right path and that's what we're going to get." Emiliano Hernandez and Duilio Carrillo won the men's relay to help Mexico maintain their dominance in the modern pentathlon, taking home all five gold medals available in Chile. With 35 gold and 80 overall medals, such contribution helped propel Mexico into second position on the medal tally. The United States led the field with 61 gold and 152 total after amassing 59 gold in the first five days of competition. Despite this, they have only added two more gold since then. ALSO READ: Cuba’s National Ballet marks its 75th anniversary Read the full article

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Opinión | Que no le digan… | A los ministros, la huesuda se los llevó

Opinión | Que no le digan… | A los ministros, la huesuda se los llevó #PeriodismoParaTi #SociedadNoticias #QueNoLeDigan @MarioA_Medina @Claudiashein @PartidoMorenaMx @GobiernoMX #SCJN #ministros @SCJN

Y aun “muerta”, si así fuera el caso, las ministras y ministros de la derecha, se ponenen por encima de la misma Constitución … Por Mario A. Medina Grita la derecha: “A la Constitución la 4T la mató”; piden que la coloquen en una ofrenda de muertos. “¡No se equivoquen!, -la catrina les reviró- mucho antes ustedes, ministros y ministras, y los del PRI y los del PAN, al texto máximo lo habían…

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Gambiarras, 2023 Série de desenhos, lápis sobre papel.

A série passou pelas seguintes exposições:

Brasil, mostra sua cara, de 20 a 27 de junho de 2023, na parede em frente aos elevadores do 5º andar do Instituto de Artes Unesp;

Exposição Coletiva do IA Unesp, de 22 de setembro a 08 de outubro de 2023, na Galeria Alcindo Moreira, 1º andar do Instituto de Artes Unesp.

Organizadores e expositores: Beatriz Ferreira Rezende Caio Mato Lucas Abrão Nabila Mustapha Yumi Sakai

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Leilão comemorativo dos 10 anos do Jornal Mapa, SMUP, Parede, 17 de Dezembro 2022

Participo com um desenho que ilustrou o artigo "Brasil, crónica de um desastre anunciado", de M. Ricardo de Sousa, no Mapa #22, de Janeiro/Março de 2019.

Cerca de 30 impressões catitas de ilustrações publicadas no Jornal MAPA, de diferentes números e diferentes autorxs, estarão a leilão, na grandiosa festa dos dez anos do Jornal MAPA!

São elxs: Alexandre Esgaio, Ana Farias, Ana Moura, André Lemos, Beatriz Fonseca, Bruno Borges, Bruno Caracol, Catarina Leal, Catarina Santos, Daniel Melim, Daniela Rodrigues, Dr. Urânio, Emma Andreetti, Gonçalo Duarte, Inês Xavier, Irene Loureiro, João Massano, José Smith Vargas, Laura Marques, M.C., Manuel Buíça, Maria Lis, Miguel Carneiro, Rita Neves, Tidi.

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Los nueve círculos del infierno

La Divina Comedia, escrita entre 1304 y 1321, es un poema dividido en tres partes que cuenta el viaje del Peregrino, alter ego de Dante, por el Infierno, Purgatorio y Paraíso, acompañado por Virgilio y Beatriz. La obra se divide a su vez en cantos y está repleta de simbolismos y alegorías de temas religiosos como la salvación, el amor divino y la ética cristiana.

En la primera de las tres cánticas, conocida comúnmente como El infiero de Dante, el Peregrino es guiado por el espíritu del poeta Virgilio a través del infierno.

A través de 33 cantos, en esta sección se describen los castigos que reciben los pecadores. De acuerdo con la obra de Dante, el infierno está dividido en nueve círculos, cada uno contenido dentro del otro. A cada uno le corresponde un castigo de acuerdo al tipo de pecado.

Primer círculo (Limbo)

Es el círculo más extenso del infierno. Aquí yacen los paganos virtuosos y las personas que fueron buenas pero que por no haber sido bautizadas no pueden entrar al cielo. Dante lo describe como un lugar con prados y castillos.

Castigo: Sentir el deseo nunca satisfecho de conocer a Dios.

Personajes ilustres: Homero, Aristóteles y Platón, Averroes.

Segundo círculo

Aquí se encuentra la puerta al verdadero infierno, donde son juzgados los recién llegados. En el segundo círculo están las personas que en vida se dejaron arrastrar por la lujuria.

Castigo: un fuerte viento que sopla sin descanso y arroja a los habitantes de este círculo al suelo y paredes.

Personajes ilustres: Aquiles, Tristán, París, Cleopatra, Helena.

Tercer Círculo

Aquí se castiga a quienes pecaron de gula.

Castigo: Una fuerte lluvia mezclada con granizo cae sobre los pecadores. El monstruo de Hades, Cerbero, desgarra a quienes habitan en este tercer círculo.

Personajes ilustres: Ciacco

Cuarto círculo

En el cuarto círculo habitan aquellos que apreciaban y acumulaban muchos bienes materiales. También están los que derrochaban mucho.

Castigo: empujar grandes y pesados objetos a lo largo del círculo y chocar constantemente con otros grupos.

Quinto círculo

Es una laguna donde moran las personas iracundas y los perezosos.Castigo: Los iracundos están inmersos en el fango de su ira,condenados a golpearse entre ellos. Los perezosos se ahogan hundidos.

Personajes ilustres: Filippo Argenti

Sexto círculo

Se encuentra dentro de los muros de la ciudad de Doti, vigilada por una multitud de diablos y por las furias Magera, Alecto y Tisífone, espíritus de la venganza. Aquí son castigados los herejes, quienes persisten en violar los dogmas y la autoridad de la Iglesia.

Castigo: Los pecadores de este círculo están condenados a yacer en sepulcros destapados.

Personajes ilustres: Farinata degli Uberti, Cavalcante dei Calvancanti.

Séptimo círculo

Resguardado por un minotauro, a partir de este círculo se encuentran los pecadores que se entregaron a la malicia. Se divida en tres anillos: de homicidas y criminales; de los violentos contra sí mismos; y de los blasfemos, sodomitas y usureros.

Castigo: Los pecadores del primer anillo están hundidos en un río de sangre hirviendo; los del segundo son convertidos en árboles que son picoteados y desgarrados por harpías; los del tercero están en un desierto ardiente con una lluvia de llamas.

Personajes ilustres: Brunetto Lattini, Jacopo Rusticucci.

Octavo círculo

Aquí se castiga a los pecados relacionados con el fraude y traición. Se llega a este círculo descendiendo de un gran acantilado resguardado por un monstruo alado de tres cabezas. De acuerdo con el nivel de fraudes, los pecadores se acomodan en diez recintos.

Castigo: varía de acuerdo a los recintos, la mayoría incluye torturas con fuego.

Personajes ilustres: Ulises, Diomedes, Guido da Montefeltro.

Noveno círculo

Está rodeado por gigantes bíblicos. Aquí yacen los traidores y están acompañados por el mismo Lucifer. El noveno y último círculo está dividido en cuatro rondas y en el centro está Satanás, condenado por traicionar a Dios.

Castigo: Torturas relacionadas con el hielo.

Personajes ilustres: Bruto, Judas, Caín, Antenor de Troya, Ptolomeo.

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[ocontadordehistorias]

O Sussurro das Ruínas

Introdução

A pequena cidade de Pedra Preta, cercada por montanhas e florestas densas, era conhecida por seus mistérios. No centro de uma dessas histórias estava a antiga mansão Holloway, um edifício imponente e decadente, que se erguia sobre um terreno repleto de lendas. Abandonada há mais de cinquenta anos, a mansão era um lugar que muitos evitavam. As janelas quebradas e as paredes cobertas de trepadeiras davam a ela uma aparência ainda mais sinistra. O local não aparecia nos mapas modernos, como se a própria natureza tentasse apagá-lo da existência.

Quando Beatriz e Rafael, um jovem casal de aventureiros, ouviram falar da mansão Holloway, algo na história os atraiu. Movidos por uma combinação de curiosidade e desejo de desbravar o desconhecido, decidiram explorar o local e descobrir o que realmente havia ali. "Há uma história de uma grande tragédia e uma maldição," Beatriz comentou, seu olhar fixo na foto antiga da mansão. "Estamos prontos para isso?"

Parte 1: A Chegada

O dia estava nublado e o vento soprava frio quando Beatriz e Rafael chegaram à mansão Holloway. A estrada que levava até o local estava coberta de folhas secas e galhos quebrados, como se a natureza tentasse esconder o caminho. Quando finalmente avistaram a mansão através das árvores, Beatriz sentiu um calafrio percorrer sua espinha.

A mansão parecia ainda mais impressionante de perto. Suas torres se erguem como dedos ossudos contra o céu, e a fachada estava marcada por rachaduras e sinais de abandono. Rafael, sempre o otimista, tentou aliviar a tensão. "Vamos, é só um lugar antigo. Não há nada que um pouco de coragem não resolva."

Equipados com lanternas e câmeras, eles começaram a explorar. O som de seus passos ecoava pelos corredores escuros e vazios. "É como se o tempo tivesse parado aqui," Beatriz sussurrou, enquanto observava os móveis cobertos de poeira. "O que será que aconteceu com as pessoas que viviam aqui?"

Parte 2: As Primeiras Descobertas

A mansão estava cheia de itens que falavam do passado glorioso: retratos emoldurados, móveis antigos e livros empoeirados. No entanto, à medida que avançavam, o ambiente parecia se tornar mais opressivo. Rafael notou algo estranho no piso da biblioteca. "Olha isso," ele disse, apontando para um padrão incomum nas tábuas. "Acho que algo está escondido aqui."

Beatriz, com uma mistura de empolgação e nervosismo, ajudou a retirar as tábuas soltas. Eles descobriram uma pequena escotilha que dava para um compartimento subterrâneo. "Vamos ver o que há lá embaixo," Rafael sugeriu. "Pode ser algo interessante."

Descendo pela escotilha, eles encontraram uma sala secreta repleta de livros antigos, documentos e objetos estranhos. "Isso é incrível," Beatriz disse, folheando um livro antigo com capa de couro. "Estes são diários antigos. Vamos dar uma olhada."

Os diários revelavam detalhes sombrios sobre a mansão e seus antigos habitantes. Havia menções de rituais estranhos, perda de sanidade e eventos inexplicáveis. "Parece que algo realmente perturbador aconteceu aqui," Rafael disse, enquanto examinava um dos textos. "As pessoas que viviam aqui estavam envolvidas em algo... sinistro."

Parte 3: A Escuridão do Passado

Enquanto exploravam mais, encontraram uma sala que parecia ser um antigo laboratório. No centro estava um altar coberto de símbolos arcanos e velas queimadas. "O que era isso?" Beatriz perguntou, examinando os símbolos. "Parece que este lugar foi usado para algo muito sério."

A atmosfera na mansão parecia se tornar mais pesada. O silêncio era interrompido apenas pelos sussurros do vento que entravam pelas janelas quebradas. De repente, Beatriz ouviu um sussurro baixo, quase inaudível. "Você ouviu isso?" ela perguntou, virando-se para Rafael.

"Ouvi," ele respondeu, um tom de preocupação na voz. "Vamos ficar atentos. Pode ser apenas o vento."

No entanto, os sussurros se tornaram mais frequentes e claros, como se estivessem sendo seguidos por algo invisível. Rafael começou a se sentir desconfortável. "Precisamos sair daqui," ele sugeriu. "Não está certo."

Parte 4: O Encontro com o Desconhecido

Enquanto subiam novamente, ouviram um barulho vindo do andar superior. "O que será isso?" Beatriz perguntou, com o coração acelerado. "Vamos investigar."

Ao subir as escadas, chegaram a um corredor escuro, onde as portas estavam fechadas e as paredes cobertas de teias de aranha. No final do corredor, uma porta estava entreaberta. Rafael empurrou a porta e entrou, encontrando um quarto com uma grande espelho antigo.

O espelho estava empoeirado e rachado, mas refletia uma figura estranha. "Olhe para isso," Beatriz disse, apontando para o reflexo. "Há algo na imagem que não deveria estar lá."

A figura no espelho parecia se mover independentemente do que estava acontecendo no quarto. De repente, a figura se transformou em uma sombra negra e se lançou em direção a eles. Rafael e Beatriz gritaram e correram de volta para o corredor, tentando encontrar uma saída.

Parte 5: A Perseguição

O corredor parecia interminável e as sombras começaram a se mover de maneira inquietante. "Estamos sendo seguidos," Rafael sussurrou, olhando para trás. "Algo está nos caçando."

As luzes das lanternas piscavam e o ambiente parecia mudar à medida que corriam. As portas se fechavam atrás deles e as paredes pareciam se mover. "Não vamos conseguir escapar," Beatriz disse, o desespero em sua voz. "Precisamos encontrar um jeito de sair."

Finalmente, eles encontraram uma janela quebrada e conseguiram escapar para o jardim dos fundos. No entanto, o jardim estava cheio de árvores retorcidas e uma névoa densa. "O que é isso?" Rafael perguntou, tentando enxergar através da névoa.

Beatriz, com o coração batendo forte, viu algo se mover entre as árvores. "Vamos para lá," ela sugeriu, apontando para uma abertura entre as árvores. "Pode haver uma saída."

Parte 6: A Revelação

Na abertura, encontraram uma pequena capela abandonada. Dentro, havia um altar com velas acesas e uma série de objetos ritualísticos. "O que é isso?" Rafael perguntou, olhando ao redor.

Beatriz pegou um livro antigo e leu em voz alta. "Este é um ritual para banir o mal," ela disse, os olhos arregalados. "Parece que a mansão foi usada para rituais que invocavam algo terrível."

Enquanto liam o livro, a figura negra apareceu novamente. "Vocês não deveriam estar aqui," ela sussurrou. "Este lugar é meu."

Desesperados, Rafael e Beatriz começaram a realizar o ritual descrito no livro. A figura negra avançava, mas as palavras do ritual pareciam ter efeito. A névoa começou a dissipar e as sombras recuaram.

Parte 7: A Fuga

Finalmente, a figura negra desapareceu e a névoa se dissipou. Rafael e Beatriz, exaustos e aterrorizados, correram para fora da capela e voltaram para a cidade. A mansão Holloway parecia agora mais silenciosa e opressiva do que nunca.

Ao chegarem à cidade, procuraram ajuda e relataram o que havia acontecido. A história da mansão Holloway se espalhou rapidamente, e os moradores ficaram chocados com os relatos.

Epílogo: O Legado das Ruínas

A mansão Holloway foi selada e a cidade começou a evitar o local, temendo o que poderia estar escondido lá. Beatriz e Rafael, traumatizados pela experiência, decidiram não falar mais sobre o que haviam encontrado.

Apesar do esforço para esquecer, o sussurro das ruínas continuava a assombrar suas memórias. As noites eram preenchidas por pesadelos e a sensação de que algo ainda estava à espreita nunca os deixou.

A mansão Holloway permaneceu como um lembrete sombrio de que alguns mistérios são melhores deixados não resolvidos. E, enquanto as sombras se arrastam pela cidade e a névoa envolve a área, o eco do mal que se esconde nas ruínas continua a ser uma lenda temida e evitada.

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La política es transformación: Paredes

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