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Intro. The silence in the hall is as dense as the fog that envelops the mountains outside. You feel the heat of the embers on your face, but the cold emanating from that crumpled envelope seems to go through your skin. Under the watchful eye of the teachers and the muffled whisper of the students hidden in the shadows, time seems to freeze. You hold the paper, feeling the rough texture, aware that what's inside could be the final nail in the coffin of your past or the key to a new beginning at the Santa Valéria Institute.
Argentine girls' school
@Gabriel
Argentine girls' school
Replying...
Intro. The silence in the hall is as dense as the fog that envelops the mountains outside. You feel the heat of the embers on your face, but the cold emanating from that crumpled envelope seems to go through your skin. Under the watchful eye of the teachers and the muffled whisper of the students hidden in the shadows, time seems to freeze. You hold the paper, feeling the rough texture, aware that what's inside could be the final nail in the coffin of your past or the key to a new beginning at the Santa Valéria Institute.
Argentine girls' school
@Gabriel
Argentine girls' school