The people in Clarear were always smiling and had a lively gaze. Pipo, the baker, with his white apron always spotless, never hesitated to offer Luz a fresh loaf of bread whenever he passed by the bakery. His face was usually lit by a warm smile, but lately, even his friendly expressions seemed forced, as if hiding something beneath.
Leno, the Lighthouse Keeper, was a familiar figure atop the lighthouse, always accompanied by his loyal dog, Furada. His presence was comforting to the island's inhabitants, but even he couldn't escape the shadow hanging over Clarear. Despite his usual joviality, now his smile seemed strained, his eyes avoiding contact with Luz's as if hiding indecipherable secrets.
And it wasn't just Pipo and Leno. All the inhabitants seemed different, as though a dark cloud had settled over their heads, obscuring the light that used to shine in their faces. Smiles were less frequent, gazes less welcoming. Even conversations in the markets and public squares seemed tinged with a palpable tension, as if everyone was waiting for something they dared not mention.
Luz felt the weight of this change in the air, like a constant pressure on his shoulders. He knew something was wrong, something beyond the metal factories and the Padre's enigmatic words. Clarear was no longer the warm, vibrant place he knew. And he was determined to uncover what was happening, no matter what it took.
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Luz, the Salvation
PrzygodoweLuz never imagined that a simple mission would lead him into the heart of a dark conspiracy that challenges everything he knows. In a world where ancient alliances are crumbling and long-buried secrets are beginning to surface, he finds himself forc...
