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  • The angel
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    Sometimes my guests wonder why some of the pictures hanging in my house are covered. I guess this story will answer the question.

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  • The British thief of Parvati
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    We are in a London bar, and a veteran thief tells his friends one of his adventures on the other side of the world. The group listens attentively, the presence of the speaker and his unruly voice demand their respect. The person recounting the events was named Henry B. Lorenz. I do not know his age at the time he narr...

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  • The improbable painting of Diego Berlinés
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    He had managed to create life from nothing. For a moment the situation made him feel like a god, then like a madman.

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  • Dreaming in 1812
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    The dream that I am going to describe was dreamed in 1812. I would like to know how many of the details that I am going to relate actually happened that night, in that head, centuries ago. I am convinced that many embellished the story; I promise to honestly tell everything I know.

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  • The mute and the foundations of the world
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    The book in my hand had a great influence on me, and yet almost nothing is known about the author. I resolved to fix this mistake. His name was Ozan Demirel and he was born at the beginning of the 20th century in a small village on the Black Sea, near the city of Trabzon. There he lived and died. It can be understood...

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  • The obsession of Leandro Olaya
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    Leandro Olaya was a wealthy man and everyday he would search through the garbage of the neighborhood. He used to come back home carrying rusty metals, leftover food, malodorous plastics and all kinds of trinkets. He accumulated everything in the basement and there he spent a major part of his time. He asked both his w...

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  • The book of travels
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    The story I am about to tell is personal. It is the story of a secret that until today I have kept hidden. The events unfolded in Jerusalem, where a business trip took me for a couple of weeks. I stayed in a hotel in the city center. I still remember the touch of the pink limestone on its walls, its Assyrian and Phoen...

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  • Mistakes of a writer
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    He opened a notebook and began to write with the newly purchased fountain pen. Three words later he dropped it in panic. His hand had written by itself, with a will of its own. He slowly moved away from the desk. First he was in cold sweats and then in tears. He fell to his knees and covered his face in despair.

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  • The talent of the village
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    Today I received a letter from a friend. I met him for the first time more than a decade ago on a trip that ended in a disgraceful way. And although after that humiliating adventure we have not seen each other again, there is an irrefutable and confidential bond between us. The letter doesn't contain any remarkable in...

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  • All the faces of Arturo Sandoval
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    Well known is our ability to perceive faces in all kinds of objects. The slight cracks in a wall can produce a characteristic profile, a pair of windows and a door can transform a façade into an expression of wonder. This visual trickery is one of the variants of a phenomenon called pareidolia. For us, this effect is...

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  • The copyst
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    A week ago my friend declared to have ended the world. I didn't believe it then but now, as always, I'm beginning to doubt. I live in Cepeda de la Sierra, south of Salamanca. I work as a painter. I don't know your opinion on my profession; perhaps some of you find it romantic or liberating. If so, I will sadly confess...

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  • Warlord
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    There was a man of peace who brought a war to the world. Allow me to tell you his story and his unbearable fate. Before starting, it's necessary to announce that I'm not going to name the two countries involved in the conflict, the reason being that what I am going to tell can be considered a revisionist version of hi...

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  • The glorious Gabriel Miranda
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    Gabriel Miranda and I have known each other since we were little. We both lived in Oviedo our whole life. Gabriel was someone impossible to ignore but no one could tell you why. In his attitude and in his gestures there was something immeasurable, the features in his face demanded to be contemplated. The unbearable de...

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  • The town in the middle of nowhere
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    I know the place where I was born: the city of San Francisco. The name of the town where I grew up and spent my youth, however, I have forgotten. My name is Sebastian Serber, son of the businessman John Henry Serber. My father owned a factory in California that consumed his time; the company had been created by my gre...

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