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A child lost more than just his innocence on a muddy path; in an instant, he understood that justice was merely an illusion for the weak. From then on, he wore a smile that never reflected what lay behind it.

He grew up to find beauty in chaos and in the silence of those who could no longer speak. Yet his most elaborate work was not a massacre, but a coexistence.

In a city where the fog seemed to conceal more than it revealed, he shared a roof for years with someone who embodied everything he denied: righteousness, faith, and an almost absurd purity. He didn't confront him directly; he preferred something more subtle. He distorted perceptions, altered small truths, and allowed that person's decisions to destroy him from within.

When the truth finally came to light, there was no redemption, no epic confrontation. Only an irreversible decision born of self-loathing.

What followed was not triumph. It was persistence. She tried, again and again, to reconstruct something that no longer had a form, clinging to a trivial memory that, with time, lost all trace of sweetness.

And yet, she never stopped smiling.

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