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Petra enferma y Martina sospecha del barón
El capítulo 683 de La Promesa (jueves, 25 de septiembre) pone al palacio en tensión creciente. La desaparición de Catalina sigue marcando a todos, mientras Martina sospecha que el barón de Valladares guarda un oscuro secreto, aunque Jacobo le ruega olvidar. Lope y Vera temen las consecuencias del desayuno fallido cuando Cristóbal descubre lo ocurrido, y el marqués insiste en romper el compromiso de Ángela con Lorenzo, agotando la paciencia de Leocadia. ...
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Petra enferma y Martina sospecha del barón
El capítulo 683 de La Promesa (jueves, 25 de septiembre) pone al palacio en tensión creciente. La desaparición de Catalina sigue marcando a todos, mientras Martina sospecha que el barón de Valladares guarda un oscuro secreto, aunque Jacobo le ruega olvidar. Lope y Vera temen las consecuencias del desayuno fallido cuando Cristóbal descubre lo ocurrido, y el marqués insiste en romper el compromiso de Ángela con Lorenzo, agotando la paciencia de Leocadia. ...
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00:00Petra falls ill and Martínez suspects the man. Chapter 683 of The Promise. Thursday, September 25, creates growing tension in the palace.
00:18Catalina's disappearance continues to affect everyone while Martínez suspects that the Valladares man is keeping a dark secret, although Jacobo begs her to forget.
00:30Loé and Vera fear the consequences of the failed breakfast when Cristobal discovers what happened and the Marquis insists on breaking off Angela's engagement to Lorenzo, exhausting Leocadia's patience.
00:44In the midst of it all, Petra visibly worsens. Her symptoms progress and concerns for her health become a new cause for alarm.
00:53The sun of Thursday, September 25, rose over the promise with cruel indifference, painting the rooftops and the vast fields that stretched as far as the eye could see in gold.
01:05But within the stone walls of the palace, the light seemed incapable of dispelling the shadows that had taken root in the hearts of its inhabitants.
01:15The air itself seemed heavier, thick with unspoken words and the persistent echo of an all-pervading absence, Catalina's.
01:26Her departure had not been a simple departure. It had been an earthquake that had cracked the foundations of the Luján family.
01:36And the aftershocks continued to be felt in every hallway, in every furtive conversation, in every lost glance.
01:42For some, like the Marquis, it was an open wound, a personal failure that gnawed at their soul.
01:54For others, like Cruz, it was a silent victory, one less thorn in their side.
02:00But for all, without exception, it was a constant reminder that the promise was no longer the refuge it had once purported to be, but a golden cage whose bars were tightening by the day.
02:17In the service, the work continued at its monotonous and demanding pace, but the energy had changed.
02:26Laughter was scarcer, conversations more cautious.
02:31Catalina's name hung in the air like a ghost, a syllable on the verge of being pronounced that died on her lips for fear of rekindling the pain or, worse yet, attracting the wrong attention.
02:44The discipline imposed by Mr. Cristobal had become ironclad, a yoke of steel that did not allow the slightest deviation and everyone felt his icy presence even when he was out of sight.
02:58And amidst this tapestry of tension and sadness, new threads of unease began to weave, tangling with each other, creating a pattern of fatality that no one, not even the most astute or the most innocent, could fully foresee.
03:13Martina's doubt and the man's calm.
03:18Martina stood in front of the mirror in her room, but she could not see herself.
03:22Not really, her eyes, normally full of a lively and defiant spark, were veiled by a fog of confusion.
03:32She ran her hand over her forehead again and again, as if trying to erase a hazy memory, an elusive sensation that refused to take shape.
03:44Her last encounter with the Viadares man, Jacobo, before Catalina's departure was a blur in her memory, a fragment of time that didn't quite fit.
03:55She remembered the conversation, or at least parts of it. She remembered his affable, almost paternal tone.
04:05She remembered the tea he had offered her, insisting that it would do her good to calm her nerves.
04:12But then, then everything became hazy. It wasn't a complete forgetfulness, but something more sinister, a sense of the unreality of having been present in body but not in mind.
04:30There was a gap, a disturbing emptiness right at the heart of the memory and her instinct, that in her voice she had ignored so many times to her misfortune, screamed at her that something was terribly wrong.
04:45She dressed automatically, choosing a dress without paying him any attention, and went down to the garden seeking the fresh air to clear her thoughts.
04:58The scent of roses and lavender that usually soothed her seemed to exacerbate her anxiety today.
05:06It was there that Jacobo found her, as if he had anticipated her torment.
05:11Martina, my dear.
05:16Strolling so early, his voice was a soft, soothing balm.
05:21He approached her with that perfectly calibrated smile that seemed to dispel any worries.
05:28She turned, studying him.
05:31In the morning light he seemed the perfect gentleman, elegant, serene, with a gaze that conveyed deep understanding.
05:41But Martina could no longer trust appearances.
05:44Son, Jacobo, I need to speak with you, his voice said, firmer than it felt.
05:51Of course, child, whatever you wish.
05:56Is something troubling you?
05:57You seem distant.
05:59I am, she admitted, crossing her arms.
06:06I can't stop thinking about our last conversation in the library before Catalina.
06:13Left.
06:15Jacobo shook his head at her.
06:16His expression was one of pure innocence.
06:18Our conversation.
06:19Yes, I remember it.
06:24I was trying to comfort you, poor creature.
06:27You were devastated by your cousin's decision.
06:32It's natural for you to feel that way.
06:35It's not that or not just that, Martina insisted, frowning.
06:42There's something I don't quite remember.
06:44I feel like a part of that afternoon has been erased.
06:47After taking the tea he poured me, the man let out a soft, patronizing chuckle.
06:58Ah, the tea.
06:59A simple chamomile tea with a little honey.
07:02You look so upset that I thought it would help you relax.
07:05Maybe it relaxed you too much.
07:08You are exhausted, Martina, emotionally drained.
07:09It's completely normal for the mind to leave some things in the shadows to protect itself.
07:18In the shadows, she repeated skeptically.
07:24Jacobo, I'm not a scared little girl.
07:27I know my own mind and I tell it that something happened.
07:32His gaze, there was something in his gaze that wasn't comforting.
07:35And then I felt so strangely sleepy, so docile, it's not like me.
07:44Jacobo took a step closer.
07:48His voice dropped to a confidential, almost hypnotic whisper.
07:52Martina, listen to me carefully.
07:57You are going through a very difficult time.
07:59Catalina's departure has been a terrible blow to you, perhaps more than to anyone.
08:06You are very close to her.
08:08It is logical that you would seek explanations, that you would try to find a culprit,
08:12something tangible to hold onto in the midst of this chaos.
08:19And as we discussed earlier, your mind is unconsciously creating a mystery where there is none.
08:24He placed a hand on her shoulder, a gesture that was meant to be comforting, but which sent a shiver down Martina's spine.
08:37You are projecting your anguish onto an insignificant memory, a cup of tea, a friendly conversation.
08:45What harm could there be in that?
08:48He continued, his thumb drawing small circles on the fabric of her dress.
08:55You are torturing yourself for no reason.
08:58The best thing you can do for your own good is to forget.
09:04Forget that moment and focus on the present, on how to cope with this loss.
09:08Quote.
09:11Forget the word that sounded sour in Martina's mouth.
09:14How can I forget something that my own body tells me was real?
09:17I feel like I'm missing a piece of the puzzle and I won't rest until I find it.
09:21Sometimes, my dear, the missing piece is one that never existed, Jacobo said.
09:28His smile didn't falter, but his eyes hardened for a fraction of a second, an icy glint that confirmed, deep down in Martina's core, that her suspicions were not unfounded.
09:39He was hiding something from her and his insistence that she forget wasn't advice, it was a veiled command.
09:49Maybe he's right, she lied, lowering her gaze so he wouldn't see the resolve that had just dawned in her eyes.
09:58Maybe I'm just tired and confused, that's my sensible girl, he said, squeezing her shoulder with a familiarity that made her stomach turn.
10:11Now take a deep breath of the morning air and let these dark thoughts blow away with the wind.
10:18It's best for everyone. He walked away, leaving her alone with the scent of roses and the weight of a terrifying certainty.
10:28No, she would not forget it.
10:35She couldn't because she sensed that what had happened in that library affected not only her, but was a key, a fundamental piece to understanding the web of intrigue that was drowning the promise.
10:45And Jacobo, the affable man from Bayadares, was at the center of it all.
10:54The storm was brewing in the kitchen.
10:57Meanwhile, in the bowels of the palace, in the busy and usually warm world of the kitchens, the temperature had dropped several degrees.
11:05The disaster of the previous morning's breakfast was a ghost that refused to go away.
11:15It had not been a catastrophic mistake, not a fire or a poisoning, but in Cristobal's new regime, small failures were magnified until they became capital crimes.
11:27Loay and Vera moved through the space with a palpable tension. Every sound of a falling saucepan, every slam of a door in the distance, made them give AI wince.
11:41They had tried to serve breakfast with the precision of a Swiss watchmaker, but everything that could go wrong did go wrong.
11:48The coffee, through carelessness, had been slightly burnt, leaving a bitter and acrid aftertaste.
11:59The toast, under Vera's watchful but nervous supervision, had come out with an uneven browning, some pale and others with charred edges.
12:09And to top it all off, Elope, in a moment of distraction while thinking about the injustice of Ricardo's situation, had slipped the jug of milk, spilling a small but scandalous white puddle onto the immaculate silver tray.
12:26They had cleaned up the mess in a hurry, remaking the coffee and selecting the least offensive toasts, praying that the young master would not notice.
12:40But luck was not on their side. Do you think he will have noticed? Vera whispered as she peeled potatoes with feverish concentration.
12:49Lopez sighed as she wiped the already spotless surface with a cloth. His face, normally cheerful and full of passion for his craft, he was gloomy.
13:01With our luck, Vera will not only have noticed, but she will have had the aftertaste of the coffee analyzed by a laboratory in Paris.
13:11He replied with a dark humor that failed to hide his nervousness.
13:15That man sees everything, he has eyes in the back of his head. We shouldn't have served him that, low.
13:24We should have started from scratch, even if it took longer.
13:30And let him complain about the delay, he replied.
13:34There's no way to win with Cristobal. Whatever you do, it's wrong.
13:39It's like trying to put out a fire with gasoline.
13:43He just looks for an excuse, a reason to show that he's in charge.
13:49The conversation hung in the air when the kitchen door opened with a slow, deliberate creak.
13:54It wasn't the hurried entrance of a footman, nor the tired step of Mrs. Simona.
14:04It was a measured, heavy step, a step that announced power.
14:07Cristobal appeared in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his military uniform, but an impeccable day suit, but his bearing was as martial and authoritative as ever.
14:19He stood there for a moment in silence, letting his presence fill the room and crush the spirits of those present.
14:29His cold eyes swept every corner of the kitchen before settling, like two pieces of ice, first on Lopez and then on Vera.
14:39Good morning, he said. And the two words sounded like a sentence. Quote, Sir, they both murmured at the same time, almost breathlessly.
14:50Cristobal slowly advanced to the central table, ran a gloved finger over the wooden surface, inspected it for dust and, finding none, made a sound of disapproval, as if cleanliness offended him.
15:05I've received a complaint, he began. His voice was low but cutting, designed to make them prick up their ears.
15:17A complaint about the breakfast service at this establishment. Odd, isn't it? They always prided themselves on the excellence of the promise.
15:26It seems standards have slipped. Lopez swallowed. Quote, Sir, if there's been a problem, I apologize.
15:36It was a small, small one, Cristobal interrupted, raising an eyebrow.
15:42You call coffee that tastes like coal, toast that could be used as a throwing weapon, a presentation that betrayed haste and carelessness, small.
15:55Vera felt her legs tremble. She wanted to speak, to defend herself, but fear had sealed her lips.
16:03I, I was responsible for the toast, Sir, she finally managed to say, her voice a shaky thread. Quote,
16:15It's my fault. Cristobal turned his head slowly toward her. He looked her up and down with a disdain that made her feel tiny.
16:24Oh, yes, it's your fault. How brave. And the coffee, cook, it was the maid's fault too. Or perhaps the milk jug decided to spontaneously commit suicide on the tray.
16:38No, young master, the responsibility is mine. I am the head chef, said Loe, stepping forward to protect Vera.
16:49Any mistake that comes out of this kitchen is ultimately my fault. I admire your sense of honor, Loe.
17:03I truly do, said Cristobal with venomous sarcasm. But honor does not fill my father's stomach or maintain the reputation of this house.
17:10What I demand is competence, discipline, perfection, and you two showed me yesterday that you lack all three.
17:25The silence that followed was deafening. Loe and Vera had expected the scream, the immediate punishment.
17:31But Cristobal was crueler. He enjoyed the suspense of watching the terror grow in the eyes of his victims.
17:42This cannot happen again, he continued. His voice now a dangerous hiss.
17:47The promise is under my supervision now and I will not tolerate mediocrity.
17:53Not incompetence, not the slightest mistake. Every plate, every cup of coffee, every piece of bread that leaves this kitchen must be an example of perfection.
18:04Is that clear? Yes, young master, they answered in unison. Good, because if an incident like yesterday's happens again, the consequences will not be a simple reprimand, they will be exemplary so that everyone in this house, from the butler to the last waiter, will understand what the new order is.
18:26He turned around with the same deliberate slowness with which he had entered. At the door he stopped and without turning around added.
18:41And so that you begin to understand, today you will eat what is left over from yesterday's breakfast. The burnt coffee and the charred toast.
18:51Nothing will be thrown away. In this house there is no room for waste, neither of food nor of trust."
18:56And with that he left.
19:01Lopez and Viras stood still. The echo of his words resonated in the kitchen.
19:06It wasn't physical punishment, but it was something worse. A profound humiliation, a constant reminder of their precariousness and the tyranny under which they now live.
19:18The calm they had tried to maintain had been shattered and in its place remained only a cold fear and the certainty that the consequences, the true consequences, were only just beginning to emerge.
19:33Leocatia's stubbornness and the desperation of the marquis. In the noble wing of the palace, another battle was being fought, one of wills as old and solid as the walls that surrounded them.
19:48Alonso, the marquis of Lujan, felt like a stranger in his own home. Stripped of his authority by his own son and now faced with a wall of intransigence from a guest, he felt that control over his life and his family was slipping through his fingers like sand.
20:07His objective was, clearly and, in his opinion, just, to null the engagement between his nephew Lorenzo and the young Angela, Leocatia's daughter. He considered, Lorenzo an unscrupulous man, a fortune hunter capable of anything for money, and the idea that an innocent young woman like Angela would fall into his nets was unbearable.
20:34But Leocatia, a woman of strong character and unwavering convictions, was not prepared to give in. He, found them alone in the smoking room, where Leocatia was reviewing some accounts with fierce concentration.
20:53Alonso entered with renewed determination, having spent the night awake searching for new arguments, new ways to persuade her.
21:00Leocatia, please, give me five minutes. He began. His tone was a mixture of pleading and authority.
21:10She looked up from her papers. Her small, shrewd eyes assessed him coldly.
21:17Alonso, I believe we have discussed this subject to the fullest. My decision is made.
21:26My decision is made.
21:29Angela will marry Lorenzo. He is a good match for her and for our family.
21:37A good match, Alonso replied, approaching her.
21:40Leocatia, for the love of God, open your eyes.
21:43Lorenzo doesn't want your daughter, he only wants her dowry, her fortune, don't you see? He's a vulture circling his prey.
21:53I see an army captain, a man with a title and a position who has shown an interest in my daughter, she replied, her voice unwavering.
22:02In this day and age, that's more than many young women can hope for. Love is a luxury, Alonso.
22:14Security and status are a necessity, but she's sacrificing her happiness.
22:20Alonso's voice rose, thick with frustration.
22:27I've seen the way Lorenzo looks at her, there's no affection in his eyes, only calculation.
22:32And I've seen the way Angela looks at him with fear.
22:37Is that what you want for your only daughter?
22:40A life of fear and misery with a man who sees her as nothing more than a bank account.
22:43You don't know anything about what my daughter needs, Leocatia snapped, slamming the flat of her hand on the table.
22:54I have raised her alone, I have protected her from everything and everyone, and I know that this marriage is the best for her.
23:02Lorenzo will give her a name, a social position that I, with all my effort, will never be able to give her.
23:14He will protect her, he will devour her.
23:17Alonso shouted in desperation.
23:19I beg you, Leocatia, as a friend, as a host, as a man who cares about the well-being of this child.
23:25Break this engagement, you still have time.
23:31We can find Angel a much better suitor, a good man who will love and respect her.
23:36The Marquise's insistence, far from softening Leocatia, was beginning to erode her patience, to scrape away an already thin layer of courtesy to reveal the stubborn rock beneath.
23:49A good man, like you, Alonso, she said with a hint of venom in her voice.
23:58A man who has not been able to maintain control of his own house, who has allowed his son to usurp him and his daughter to leave.
24:06I'm not sure you're in any position to lecture anyone on how to protect their family.
24:15The blow was low and accurate.
24:20Alonso paled.
24:22The mention of Catalina and Cristobal hurt him more than a slap.
24:25That's not fair, Leocatia. Life isn't fair, Alonso.
24:33And I'm tired of this conversation.
24:38Tired of your insistence, your dramas, and your apocalyptic warnings, her small figure stood up, radiating an inflexible authority.
24:46The engagement is still on. The wedding will take place, and I would appreciate it, for the sake of our coexistence in this house, if you would not mention this matter again.
24:59I'm sick of listening to you. She left the room with a slam of the door that resounded in Alonso's heart.
25:08He stood there in the middle of the silent room, tasting the bitter taste of defeat.
25:15It wasn't just Leocatia's stubbornness that pained him. It was his helplessness, the terrible feeling of seeing an injustice about to be committed and being unable to stop it.
25:29And with each door that was closed on him, the Marquis of Lujan felt a little smaller, a little more irrelevant in the great theater of promise.
25:38Ricardo's purgatory. Far from the intrigues of the nobles in the world of service, Ricardo lived his own personal hell.
25:50The fall had been dizzying and brutal. From being the respected butler, the man who pulled the strings of the service with implacable efficiency, he had become a simple servant.
26:03A ghost in livery who carried out the most thankless tasks under the watchful and often contemptuous gaze of his former subordinates.
26:14That morning it had been his turn to clean and polish the boots of the gentleman.
26:20He was kneeling on the stone floor of the boot room, a cold and damp place, with the smell of leather and shoe polish permeating the air.
26:27He held one of Captain Lujan's riding boots in his hand.
26:34And as he applied the wax with circular, mechanical movements, his mind was a whirlwind of guilt and regret.
26:41Every gesture, every humiliating task was a reminder of his mistakes. He blamed himself for everything.
26:48For his boundless ambition, for having trusted the Englishman who promised him a better life for him and Pi.
26:58For having betrayed the marquee trust, but above all he blamed himself for Pia's departure.
27:08Her absence was a physical pain, a constant pressure on his chest that sometimes made it difficult for him to breathe.
27:16He missed her with an intensity that consumed him. He missed her smile, her good sense, the warmth of her hand, the way her mere presence managed to anchor him and give him purpose.
27:30Without her he felt adrift, a rudderless ship in the middle of a perfect storm.
27:41He looked at his distorted reflection in the shiny leather of the boot. He saw a defeated man.
27:47The lines of worry on his forehead had deepened. His shoulders were hunched under the weight of shame, and there was a deep, almost unfathomable sadness in his eyes.
28:04He had become what he had always despised, a failure, a nobody.
28:08He remembered his conversations with Pia, their dreams of a life together, far from the promise, with their little son.
28:21A future that he himself had destroyed. Where was she now? Was she safe? Was she thinking about him?
28:28The idea that she might hate him was a dagger that stabbed him in the heart over and over again.
28:32Salvador entered the room and stopped when he saw Ricardo on the floor.
28:39There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between the two men.
28:45Despite their past grudges, seeing the former butler in that position was something that Salvador found uncomfortable.
28:56Ricardo began, not knowing what to say.
28:58Ricardo did not look up.
29:01I'm just doing my job, Salvador.
29:06It's what I'm supposed to do.
29:08This is not right, Salvador said. His voice was quiet.
29:12You shouldn't be doing this.
29:16Señorito Cristobal thinks otherwise, Ricardo replied with a hint of bitterness.
29:20And right now his opinion is the only one that counts.
29:27We all miss Senora Pia, Salvador said, trying awkwardly to offer some consolation.
29:33She was the heart of the service. At the sound of her name, Ricardo stopped.
29:38He squeezed his eyes shut, as if the mere sound caused him pain.
29:45It was my fault, his broken voice whispered. This is all my fault. If I hadn't been so blind, so stupid.
29:55She would still be here, we would be together. Salvador crouched down beside him, something he would never have imagined doing.
30:05You can't blame yourself for everything, Ricardo. Things got complicated for everyone.
30:11But I was the one who made the wrong decisions, Ricardo insisted, opening his eyes.
30:19And there was naked desperation in them.
30:23I was the one who ruined everything, and now, now I have nothing. Not her, not my dignity, not a future.
30:32All I have are these boots and the memory of what I lost.
30:36He stared at the boot in his hand as if it held the weight of all his failures.
30:39He felt utterly defeated, a man hollowed out from the inside, his only company the incessant echo of his mistakes and the deep, overwhelming longing for the woman he loved and had lost at his own hand.
30:54His punishment was not cleaning boots, his punishment was living, the shadow that grows over Petra.
31:02And while the intrigues, fears, and regrets swirled in the palace, a more personal and silent shadow began to spread over Petra Arcos.
31:17What had begun as a simple discomfort, a passing annoyance that she had attributed to fatigue or accumulated tension was evolving into something more persistent and worrying.
31:31Petra, a woman forged in discipline and endurance, had always boasted an iron hell.
31:41She rarely complained, considering any ailment and unacceptable weakness.
31:45But now her own body was betraying her in ways she could not ignore.
31:57It all began with a strange fatigue, a heaviness in her bones that wouldn't go away even with a night's sleep.
32:02Then came the dizziness or sudden attacks of vertigo that would assail her without warning, forcing her to lean against a wall or a piece of furniture to keep from falling, waiting with her eyes closed for the world to stop spinning.
32:16That morning, as she was supervising the cleaning of the great hall, she felt a sharp stab in her side, so intense that it took her breath away.
32:32She doubled over, stifling a groan of pain, and pressed her hand to the area.
32:36Are you okay, Mrs. Arcos?
32:42One of the younger maids asked, looking at her with concern.
32:49Petra sat up abruptly, her face a mask of sternness to hide the panic she had felt.
32:57What do you care?
32:58What do you care?
32:59She snapped, her voice harsher than usual.
33:01Stop dawdling around and get back to dusting.
33:04The silver isn't going to shine by itself.
33:09The frightened maid hurriedly returned to her task.
33:12Petra stood still for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to control the pain and trembling that ran through her body.
33:19She looked at her hands and noticed a slight tremor shaking her fingers.
33:26She tried to stop it, but the tremor persisted.
33:30A visible sign that something inside her was fundamentally broken.
33:37Later, as she climbed the grand staircase, she had to stop halfway, gasping for air.
33:42Her chest ached and a cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
33:50She felt incredibly weak, as if all her life energy were escaping from her body.
33:59She clung to the mahogany railing, her labored breathing echoing in the silence of the hall.
34:03Cruz, who was coming down at that moment, saw her and frowned.
34:11Petra, what's wrong with you?
34:14You look horrible.
34:18You're as pale as death.
34:20It's nothing, Madame Marquise.
34:22Petra lied, trying to muster a smile that turned into a grimace.
34:26Just a little dizziness.
34:31The heat, perhaps.
34:33Whatever it is, sort it out.
34:35I can't afford to have my personal maid fainting in corners.
34:43You are the pillar of this house, Petra.
34:45You are expected to be strong.
34:47I am, ma'am.
34:48I always have been, Petra replied with a loyalty that bordered on the fanatical.
34:56But as she watched the marchioness walk away, the words echoed in her head.
35:03Strong.
35:05She had always been strong.
35:07She had endured humiliation, intrigue, loss.
35:12She had always stood her ground, implacable, unwavering.
35:15But this new threat did not come from an external enemy.
35:19It was not a rival she could defeat with cunning or malice.
35:24It was an internal enemy, a traitor growing in her very gut, and against him, for the first time in her life, Petra Arcos did not know how to fight.
35:37Her physical discomfort was increasing and the symptoms were beginning to take a visible toll on her daily life.
35:45Her legendary energy was waning.
35:48Her complexion had taken on a sallow tone, and dark circles appeared under her eyes that not even her makeup could hide.
35:58She tried to hide it, to grit her teeth and keep going, but the pain, the fatigue, and the fear were becoming constant companions.
36:05And in the solitude of her room, as night fell over the promise, Petra faced a terror she had never known before, the terror of her own fragility.
36:18The shadow inside her grew, and she felt with an icy certainty that it was beginning to consume her.
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