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Once suspicion took root in the world, there was nothing good left to hope for. By Carlos del Puente
lunes, diciembre 30, 2024 Once suspicion took root in the world, there was nothing good left to hope for. This phrase, etched in smoke letters across the twilight sky of Aethelred, resonated with the glacial certainty of a collapsing glacier. Aethelred, a city built upon a gigantic hourglass that never emptied, had sunk into existential paranoia. Before, the tick-tock of the clock had been a cosmic lullaby;...
