Era un viernes de Dolores, y
las siete espadas, señores míos, estaban clavadas aquí... Me pasaban
como unos rayos por la frente.
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It was a Friday of Sorrows, and the seven swords—my good sirs—were driven right in here... They felt like bolts of lightning shooting through my forehead.
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markvanroode 8346
3 weeks ago
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