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No pude seguir por un fallo técnico del audiolibro 😭😭😭 voy a ver si hoy lo puedo solucionar

‘She whispered: Pylades, Orestes—bluish nimbuses—grey cumulonimbuses—dissolved—or were carried off toward the edge of the grounds where a dark forest rose—branches of the trees silver in the light falling from the hills. And then she told him what she had really come to say: that she—knew that love, no matter how mistreated or mutilated, always left room for hope, and that hope was her plan (or the other way around)’