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Capítulo 1: El umbral del silencio Las pesadas puertas de caoba del comedor de Oakridge amortiguaban el tic-tac del reloj de pie en el pasillo, pero no podían silenciar el…

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El gran reloj de roble marcaba las ocho de la noche, y su eco resonaba fríamente en las altas paredes del comedor principal de la residencia de los Montenegro. Era…