captivity. He felt so well, so
close to perfect
companionship, that he
thought of no other refuge on
the afternoon on which
Amaranta Úrsula had made
his illusions crumble. He was
ready to unburden himself
with words so that someone
could break the knots that
bound his chest, but he only
managed to let out a fluid,
warm, and restorative
weeping in Pilar Terneras lap.
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