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On the floor, where the creature had been, lay the withered, peaceful body of Mateo Montalvo. Ten years dead, but finally, mercifully, just bones and dust.

“My brother was afraid of the dark,” Elías said, his voice cracking. “He slept with a candle lit until he was eighteen. You have no candle, Mateo. And your eyes… they don’t blink.” En Tierras Salvajes

“Mateo,” he whispered, his voice swallowed by the oppressive air. “Mateo, where are you?” On the floor, where the creature had been,