An old photo "The boy who faced destiny"
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Have you ever dreamed of being able to change a fact from the past?
Time is something sacred, and playing with history is an extremely dangerous act but...

What happens when you have nothing left to lose? What happens when the present in which you live is nothing more than an eternal nightmare? There must be a way to change everything, I refuse to continue wandering alone, and for that reason, I plan to risk everything in what may be my only chance.

To whoever is reading, I promise you something...

"I will not let this happen again, I will change the tragic fate that claimed the life of an innocent soul, even if I have to put my own existence at stake."

I just hope I have enough time to see you beyond this old family photo, Maria.

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This is the English version of the story I'm writing in this same account in Spanish.
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