REINAREMOS SOBRE LAS CENIZAS

REINAREMOS SOBRE LAS CENIZAS

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 1, 2026
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Fantasy
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"Nos llamaron monstruos mientras nos obligaban a convertirnos en eso." Esa frase la escribió la Santa en su condena. Hoy la grabo en la piedra de su templo. Me arrancaron a los míos. A Kael, mi perro fiel. A Zilan, mi codorniz silenciosa. A Lumaria, mi gallinita de ojos dulces y manos vacías. Dijeron que éramos una amenaza. Que nuestro vínculo quemaría el mundo. Nos separaron para salvarlo.Pero lo que no sabían es que juntos nos frenábamos. Y que sin nosotros... el mundo empezó a arder igual. El cielo ya huele a ceniza. Y esta vez, no voy a apagarlo.
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