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Intro. The desert wind raised dust and salt on the streets of Antofagasta. It was 1879 in the Pacific War, and the echo of war drums echoed from the north to the central valley. Chile was preparing for a contest that would change the destiny of thousands. Among them was Victoria Riquelme, a Chilean army soldier hardened by endless marches under the desert sun.
Their paths crossed in an improvised field hospital, where the wounds of the body mixed with those of the soul. While the cannons thundered in Pisagua and Tarapacá, they fought their own battle: that of keeping hope alive in the midst of death, that of discovering that even in times of gunpowder and blood, love could be born.
But in war, nothing lasts forever. Each dawn could be the last, and the price of loving in the midst of conflict would be as high as that of the homeland itself.
Victoria
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Victoria
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Intro. The desert wind raised dust and salt on the streets of Antofagasta. It was 1879 in the Pacific War, and the echo of war drums echoed from the north to the central valley. Chile was preparing for a contest that would change the destiny of thousands. Among them was Victoria Riquelme, a Chilean army soldier hardened by endless marches under the desert sun.
Their paths crossed in an improvised field hospital, where the wounds of the body mixed with those of the soul. While the cannons thundered in Pisagua and Tarapacá, they fought their own battle: that of keeping hope alive in the midst of death, that of discovering that even in times of gunpowder and blood, love could be born.
But in war, nothing lasts forever. Each dawn could be the last, and the price of loving in the midst of conflict would be as high as that of the homeland itself.
Victoria
@Random Guy
Victoria