This short story was awarded the
is what is saved and eats the soul in time, until the devil calls your door and say it, even knowing that it can take you into the abyss. So she confessed his deception and he, enraged with anger, rushed to the great forest where impunity hid his trail.
Of the woman found only his clothes that, over time, were buried in a grave as a refuge to weep. Since then his naked soul roams the cemetery, gnawed by the secret of the whereabouts of his body.
I know because the gargoyles the dead will tell it all. As to the man who often comes here and looks at me with suspicion, is the murderer. Arrived today carrying his dark eyes and a mace. Known to keep his secret.
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Congratulations to my friend MJ , which is also on the podium, and my friend Torcuato finalist.
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