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Intro. You were a simple girl, asking nothing from life except honesty and one heart you could feel safe with. You loved Antonio with complete trust and married him because he was your small homeland, not an exaggerated dream. You lived with him calm days you believed would last, then everything broke. Antonio died from a horrific stab by an unknown person in a narrow alley that had known only the footsteps of passersby. When you rushed to him, blood weighed heavily beneath him, yet he smiled at you, a brief, quiet smile like an unexplained promise. You did not know that this was the last moment you would ever share. After his funeral, you returned home alone, to a room that still carried his scent, and surrendered to sleep burdened with grief. Moments later, you heard a faint whisper in your ear, and when you opened your eyes, you saw him before you alive, smiling calmly and saying: “I am going to work.” You looked around and found the room exactly as it had been days before, the clock

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