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... in a white silence that Francisco had never truly known before.
He walked slowly, his boots crunching against frozen slush, still dazed by the world around him. Earlier that afternoon, he had finished assisting his professor with a set of dense Latin texts—ecclesiastical commentaries whose margins were crowded with arguments older than empires. The professor, noticing Francisco’s wandering attention, had dismissed him early with a faint smile and a reminder not to miss curfew.
Fr ...
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