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... . Its silvery light, cold and penetrating, bathed the landscape, lengthening the shadows of the trees.
A harsh breeze, laden with the damp moss of the night, crept through the undergrowth, making the stems rustle.
Crickets scraped their legs frantically. Owls hooted from the highest branches, and something, perhaps a wild boar or some smaller animal, scratched among the bushes.
Entonces, gruñidos apagados resonaron a su alrededor.
Dorian, who was about to deliver ...
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