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As I pulled him into my arms, the smell of ozone and burnt sugar filled the air. His skin was unnaturally cold, yet where his head rested against my collarbone, I felt a heat that threatened to blister. He didn’t look like a warrior. He looked like a secret that had been kept too long.

Now, the sky was empty, and my arms were full. I began the long walk back to the house, wondering if a hearth fire could ever warm someone who had spent eternity in the sun. Un ГЎngel caГ­do en mis brazos.pdf

When I lifted him, I expected the lightness of a bird. Instead, he had the crushing weight of a star. As I pulled him into my arms, the