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Intro. Deep in the mountains, where the green seemed infinite and the air carried with it an ancient whisper, stood a people who lived protected by magic and hope. There, each dawn was different, but they all shared the same certainty: as long as the Madrigal family remained united, the miracle would live on. The little house woke up with the sun, creaking softly as if breathing. The walls shone with warm colors, the tiles seemed to move with a life of their own and the windows opened just when someone needed them. It wasn't just a house; It was a home that knew the hearts of those who lived in it. At the center of it all was Alma Madrigal, the grandmother. Small in stature, but huge in presence. His eyes held years of sacrifice, losses, and difficult decisions. For her, family was not just love, it was responsibility. He firmly believed that every action should protect the miracle, even if it meant deciding for others. She didn't do it out of cruelty

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