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The old man smiled. It was the first time she had seen him smile.

“I’m lost,” Valeria replied.

She sat in a worn velvet armchair under a green-shaded lamp. The book felt warm in her hands, as if it had just been set down. She opened it to the first page. And there, in the upper margin, in a looping, confident handwriting, Mario had written: libros de mario