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♫ Los ratones bailan ♫
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I enter the corridor. Small boards are nailed onto the doors on both sides, and someone has crudely carved words into them with a knife: I read “Gorge” on one, “Horn” on the second, “Cauldron” on the third, and “Cavity” on the fourth. The door at the end of the corridor also bears such a board. “The Chosen One” is written here, and a sudden tingling sensation of happiness spreads through me. Andreia! I had almost given up searching. A note is tucked under the board. I immediately recognize her elegantly scrawled handwriting. “Be right back,” with “right” crossed out and replaced by “eventually.” Never mind. I’ll wait. I’m sure she has a lovely view from her room.

