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El anillo de la viuda
La pequeña casa de los Ronquinstings es popular por los asesinatos que ocurrieron ahí, aunque yo sé que son mentiras. Es solo otra patética forma de asustar a los turistas y hacer que ellos gasten dinero en recuerdos patéticos sin ningún valor histórico especial. Lo que hay dentro de esa casa es una mujer... una muy hermosa mujer, sometida a estar encerrada para siempre en ese lugar. La soledad alimenta su ira y desprecio hacia todos los del pueblo, pero ella no puede escapar. No mientras siga encadenada a ese odio que se alimenta de su desesperación y angustia.
¿Por qué ser tan crueles con ella? Todo lo que desea es amor y recuperar lo que una vez perdió: Su amado. Una persona que la cuidó, protegió y nunca abandonó.
Pero el cruel destino no quiso que ellos siguieran juntos. Todo lo que le queda para recordarlo es ese anillo... un anillo de diamante más grande y brillante que mi pr
The ring of the widow
The small house of the Ronquinstings is very popular by the murders that occurred there, although I know they are lies. It's just another pathetic way to scare tourists and make them spend money on pathetic souvenirs without any special historical value. What's inside that house is a woman... a very beautiful woman, chained, subject to being locked in that place forever. The solitude feeds their anger and contempt to all the people, but she can’t escape. Not while still chained to the hatred that feeds on despair and anguish.
Why be so cruel to her? All what she wants is love, acceptance of the village and recover what once lost: His husband. A person who cared, protected, loved and never left her.
But cruel fate did not want them on together. All that is left to remember him is that ring... a diamond ring brighter and bigger than my own little body.
Although I do the impossible to convince her to use that ring... she never will use it.
The reason is simpler than it appears. See
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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