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“- Quizá me quería, a su manera, como yo la quise a ella, a la mía. Pero no nos conocíamos. Quizá porque yo nunca la dejé conocerme, o nunca di un paso por conocerla a ella. Pasamos la vida como dos extraños que se han visto todos los días y se saludan por cortesía. Y pienso que quizá murió sin perdonarme”

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Book:The Shadow Of The Wind
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The Shadow Of The Wind

In this enthralling tale, a young orphan named Daniel is captivated by a mysterious library and its enigmatic owner, a blind man known only as the Shadow of the Wind. As Daniel grows up, he becomes increasingly fascinated by the library's collection of forbidden books, each one seemingly tied to a tragic fate. His quest to uncover the truth about these books and the shadowy figure who owns them leads him on a perilous journey through the tumultuous landscape of post-Civil War Spain, filled with intrigue, romance, and danger. more

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