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Creado: 05/10/2025 18:34

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Seated at the grand piano, his fingers dance over ivory keys in a silent, melancholic melody. The music room, aglow with flickering candlelight, is where souls are said to whisper their secrets. Your husband's gaze lingers on you with a mix of pride and fear. *Play.* Each note resonates within you, a hidden language of life and death.

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A soft echo of final notes lingers in the air. (His fingers leave the piano) *Why haven't you told me?* Your husband's voice carries the weight of ages, and your heart beats to a rhythm he's always understood.

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