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00:00Chapter 689 of The Promise
00:07Friday, Oct. 3, arrives loaded with tension and bad news that threatens to plunge the palace into despair.
00:17After Catalina leaves, Adriano plans to also abandon The Promise with his children, but Martina fights with all her might to prevent the family from breaking up completely.
00:30Petra's health worsens by leaps and bounds until she suddenly stops showing up for work.
00:37No one knows where she is. No one dares to check the worst and fear takes over every corner of the palace.
00:45Meanwhile, Ricardo sinks into helplessness when he fails to bring Pia back and Vera must face an unexpected fate thanks to the maneuvers of Lopez and Federico.
00:54Amidst this climate of uncertainty, Curro finds himself cornered, with Angela and Lorenzo's wedding getting closer and closer.
01:03He only has one desperate move left to change everything.
01:08Will it be too late or is there still hope in The Promise?
01:11The dawn of Friday, Oct. 3, loomed over The Promise with a lazy, grey slowness, as if the sun itself hesitated to peer into the misery brewing within its walls.
01:23The air, usually perfumed by the dew on the roses in the garden and the aroma of freshly baked bread in the kitchens, today seemed stale, charged with a static electricity that made the hairs stand on end and whispered omens in the ears of those who knew how to listen.
01:37This was no ordinary morning. It was the tense calm that precedes a storm, a silence pregnant with stifled cries and irrevocable decisions.
01:49In the gardens, where the beauty of nature struggled to impose itself on human melancholy, Martina de Lujan walked with a purpose that belied the fragility of her figure.
01:58Her steps, normally light and almost dancing on the gravel, were today firm, determined, each one a blow against the resignation that threatened to devour everything.
02:10She was looking for Adriano. The news, still unconfirmed but hanging in the air like miasma, of his possible departure after Catalina's devastating departure, was yet another dagger in the family's bleeding heart.
02:25She found him by the pond, his tall, formal silhouette outlined against the lead-in reflection of the sky in the water.
02:36Adriano wasn't looking at the water lilies or the goldfish that occasionally broke the surface.
02:41His gaze was lost in an indefinite point, on a horizon that only he could see, a horizon far away, very far from the promise.
02:48Catalina's luggage was no longer in the lobby, her laughter no longer echoed in the hallways, and her absence had left a void that sucked out all the air, all the hope.
03:02Adriano, tied to her by an affection and loyalty that few understood, seemed to be being dragged along by that same current of emptiness.
03:12Adriano. Martina's voice was soft, but it cut through the silence with the precision of a scalpel.
03:18He turned slowly, his eyes reflecting a weary surprise.
03:25She hadn't expected anyone to come and disturb her solitude on her face.
03:30Usually calm and composed, a map of fatigue and sadness was drawn.
03:36Martina, good morning. I hadn't heard you arrive.
03:40It's because I didn't want to scare you, she replied, trying a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
03:45I wanted to talk to you alone.
03:50Adriano nodded a small gesture and turned back to the pond.
03:56It was a silent, if distant, invitation for her to speak.
04:00There are rumors, Adriano.
04:02Rumors that I don't like at all.
04:06Martina began, clasping her hands in front of her, a nervous gesture that betrayed her anxiety.
04:13They say you're thinking of leaving, that now that Catalina is gone, you have no reason to stay either.
04:22Adriana's silence was her first response.
04:24A long, heavy silence that allowed Martina's words to settle between them like stones.
04:32Catalina was my anchor here, he said finally, his voice a deep murmur.
04:36It was the reason I had agreed to come, the reason I had tried to adapt to this world, its energy, its vision.
04:46I believed in it, I believed in its blueprint for promise.
04:50And that blueprint is still here, Martina insisted, taking a step closer.
04:56The morning chill seeped through her dress, but it was nothing compared to the ice in her chest.
05:00The jams, the businesses, everything she had fought for.
05:07Are you going to abandon it?
05:08Are you going to let her efforts turn to dust?
05:12Adriano exhaled, the bow of his breath dissipating into the cold air.
05:17It's not that simple, Martina, and you know it.
05:21This isn't just a business, it's a family.
05:24And this family is falling apart.
05:27It's breaking at the seams.
05:28Cruz has won.
05:31He's gotten exactly what he wanted.
05:34To push Catalina away, to isolate your uncle, to sow discord.
05:39Staying here now feels like being a soldier in an army that has already lost the war.
05:46It's pointless, it's not pointless.
05:48Martina's voice cracked, charged with an emotion she could no longer contain.
05:55It's not useless to me.
05:56It's not useless to my uncle Alonso who respects you and values your advice.
06:04It's not useless to Kuro who sees in you a stable figure amidst this chaos.
06:07It's not useless to the promise.
06:09We need you, Adriano.
06:10Now more than ever, her large, pleading eyes met his.
06:19In them, Adriano saw the reflection of a desperation he knew all too well.
06:23He saw the fear of loneliness, the panic of seeing everything he loved fall apart without being able to do anything to prevent it.
06:35Martina, he began, his tone softened by compassion.
06:39She didn't interrupt him, her voice now a fierce whisper.
06:42Don't tell me you're sorry.
06:46Don't give me empty words.
06:47Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't care.
06:52Tell me you don't care to see this family, my family, sink into misery while you simply turn and walk away.
06:57Tell me that the loyalty you had for Catalina dies with her departure.
07:04The accusation, though veiled, hit Adriano hard.
07:09He, who prided himself on his integrity and loyalty, felt unfairly attacked, but at the same time he understood the depth of Martina's pain.
07:17It wasn't an attack, it was a cry for help.
07:23My loyalty to Catalina has not died, he replied firmly.
07:28Precisely because of that loyalty, I find it hard to imagine a future here without her.
07:33It would be a constant reminder of her absence, of her defeat.
07:38Every day when I pass by your aunt Cruz, I would feel that I am betraying Catalina's memory by legitimizing with my presence the new order that she has imposed.
07:47So what do we do?
07:51Martina asked, her voice shaking.
07:53Do we all surrender?
07:55Do we let her win?
07:56Do we hand her the promise on a silver platter so that she can destroy it at will?
08:00Catalina wouldn't want that.
08:03She would want us to fight, to keep her legacy alive.
08:07And you, Adriano, you are part of that legacy.
08:11You are the bulwark against my aunt's madness.
08:14If you leave, the wall will fall and nothing will be left.
08:18They fell silent again.
08:20The only sound, the distant song of a blackbird and the whisper of the wind through the cypresses.
08:27Martin had cast his last hook, a desperate appeal to the honor and duty of a man who seemed to have lost his faith.
08:33Adriano looked at his hands, then at the distorted reflection of his face in the water and for the first time in a long time he hesitated.
08:43Logic told him that he had to leave.
08:48His heart, moved by the plea of that young woman who fought tooth and nail for her loved ones, whispered to him that perhaps, just perhaps, abandoning the ship in the middle of the storm was the greatest cowardice.
08:59The decision, he felt, would mark not only the future of the promise, but also that of his own soul.
09:10While the nobility grappled with their ghosts of power and abandonment, deep within the palace, in the servants' quarters, a much more primal and immediate battle was being fought, the fight against death.
09:20The epicenter of this anguish was Petra Arco's humble room, a space that had become a sanctuary of illness and silence.
09:34Petra's health, which had begun to decline subtly, almost imperceptibly, had plummeted with terrifying speed in recent days.
09:41She was no longer the stern woman with the sharp tongue and severe gaze that everyone knew and, in their own way, feared or respected.
09:53The Petra who now lay in bed was a shadow, a fragile bundle of skin and bones consumed by an internal fever that no remedy seemed to quell.
10:04Lana, with her medical knowledge and infinite patience, had exhausted all her resources.
10:11The herbal infusions that had cured others were cooling untouched on her nightstand.
10:18The restorative broths that Simona and Candela carefully prepared were rejected with a weak nod.
10:24The doctor that the marquises had authorized to visit her, a man of science and little empathy, had shrugged his shoulders, diagnosing nervous consumption and prescribing rest and fresh air, useless remedies for an illness that seemed to come from the soul.
10:41That morning the air in the service corridor was thicker than usual.
10:48Pia Adair, the housekeeper, stopped in front of Petra's door, her face a mask of concern.
10:59Beside her, Romulo, the butler, shared her serious expression.
11:04She hasn't eaten a bite since yesterday at noon.
11:07Pia whispered as if she feared that the sound of her voice might further harm the sick woman on the other side of the wood.
11:12Maria Fernandez tried to give her some warm milk last night and says that Petra didn't even open her eyes.
11:23She just mumbled something unintelligible and turned away.
11:27Romulo sighed, running a hand through his gray hair.
11:29This goes beyond simple discomfort, Pia.
11:35There's something eating away at her insides.
11:39A sorrow so great that it's robbed her of her will to live.
11:42And I'm afraid we all know or have an inkling of what it is.
11:48They both thought about the same thing, the tragedy of Feliciano, her brother, whose death had been the blow from which Petra, despite her iron armor, had never recovered.
11:59And the recent revelation that Feliciano was in fact her son, the truth that should have given her a reason to honor his memory seemed to have poisoned her, filling her with such unfathomable guilt and pain that it was now dragging her to the grave.
12:16Her emotional state is as fragile as her body, Pia continued.
12:20The other day, when I went in to change her sheets, she was awake with her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
12:29I asked her how she was feeling and she looked at me with eyes full of tears.
12:33I'm paying, she said.
12:37I'm paying for all the evil I've done.
12:39And then she retreated into a blood-curdling silence.
12:42Inside the room, Petra floated in a feverish slumber.
12:48The outside world had been reduced to a distant murmur, shadows moving on the periphery of her consciousness.
12:56Her reality was a whirlwind of memories and regrets.
13:00She saw Feliciano's smiling face, not as the young man who had died in her arms, but as the baby who had been taken from her.
13:06She heard her own cruel, sharp voice, hurling poison darts at her comrades for years.
13:16Every misdeed, every hurtful word, every intrigue came back to her like a monstrous echo in the cavern of her mind.
13:25The physical pain was immense, a bonfire in her gut, but it was nothing compared to the torment of her conscience.
13:34The illness was not in her body.
13:37Her body was simply the stage where her soul bled out.
13:42The concern was not limited to the higher-ups in the service.
13:47Among the maids and footmen, Petra's illness had become the central topic of their whispered conversations.
13:55Maria Fernandez, with her compassionate heart, felt helpless.
13:59From the kitchens, Loe tried to create light dishes and appetites that always returned intact.
14:08Even those who had suffered from Petra's sour temper felt a pang of pity.
14:11Seeing her like this, so vulnerable and defeated, was a somber reminder of the fragility of life and the weight that secrets and pain can carry.
14:22In another wing of the palace, helplessness took on a different face, younger and more tormented.
14:30Ricardo, the marquise's valet, felt the walls of his world closing in on him, suffocating him with a toxic mix of guilt and despair.
14:41His entire plan, all his hope had vanished.
14:47He had managed to get the marquise, in a rare moment of lucidity or perhaps whim, to give the order for Pai to return to the palace.
14:57For Ricardo, that order was a lifeline.
14:59It meant having Pia and her little Diguaito close by, under her protection, far from the convent where she felt they were slowly wasting away.
15:10It meant being able to make amends, even if only minimally, for the damage caused by Gregorio's absence.
15:18But the order had come to nothing.
15:20A piece of paper, a whisper in the wind.
15:22The marchioness, Donyu Cruz, with her skill at manipulation and her iron control over the household,
15:29had ensured that her husband's wishes were ignored, postponed, buried under a mountain of excuses and bureaucratic pretexts.
15:38Things had to be done properly, Alonso would have told her with his icy smile.
15:43We can't just throw her out of there.
15:47There are protocols.
15:49The convent has its rules and the marquee, weak and increasingly absent,
15:52had given in.
15:56Ricardo was now in the office, polishing some silverware that already shone.
16:01His mechanical and repetitive movements were a reflection of the thoughts that were spinning in his head without finding an outlet.
16:11Every time he looked at the marquee, sitting behind his desk, absorbed in a book he probably wasn't reading,
16:17he felt a wave of frustration.
16:18How could the most powerful man in the house be so weak?
16:25How could he allow his own word to be worthless under his own roof?
16:28He felt trapped.
16:33He had made a promise to Pia, a promise that he would take care of her, that he would get her out of there.
16:39And he had failed.
16:41Guilt nod at him.
16:42He felt responsible for her suffering, for the sadness in her eyes every time he visited her.
16:47Little de Guaito was growing up far from home, and Pia, a strong, incapable woman, was reduced to the status of a recluse at the whims of a cruel aristocrat.
17:01His mind went over his options over and over again, and each time he came to the same devastating conclusion.
17:07He had none.
17:08What could he do?
17:11A simple valet.
17:14Confronting the marquees would mean his immediate dismissal, and then he would really be unable to help Pia at all.
17:21Appealing to the marquee again was useless, like shouting at a wall.
17:26Trying to get Pia out on his own would be a scandal, a madness that would put them both in an even more precarious situation.
17:32Helplessness was a poison that spread through his veins.
17:37He looked at his hands, strong, capable, but useless hands.
17:43Hands that could not tear down the invisible walls of class, power, and cruelty.
17:50Guilt was his shadow, a constant reminder of his failure.
17:55And deep in his heart, a seed of rage began to germinate.
17:58A dull and dangerous rage against the system, against the Lujans, against a world that allowed him to love a woman but denied him the right to protect her.
18:10Ricardo did not know it yet, but that rage fueled by desperation was a fire that if left unchecked could end up consuming everything.
18:20The feeling of being at a crossroads with no way out was a feeling shared by Vera.
18:28The young maiden, whose story was shrouded in a mystery that she herself jealously guarded, had just received the final blow to her hopes for a past life.
18:39The option of returning home, that door that she kept half open in her mind as an emergency escape route, had slammed shut with the metallic echo of fatality.
18:47Loay and Federico, in an act of well-intentioned protection but with devastating consequences for her, had pulled the strings.
18:57Concerned about the dangers that Vera sensed in her home and perhaps sensing more than they were letting on, they had worked together to make sure that return would be impossible.
19:08They did not explain the details to her, it was not necessary, the message was clear, delivered by Lopez with a delicacy that did nothing to mitigate the pain of the verdict.
19:20Vera, we have tried, he said, finding her in the solitude of the wardrobe, where she was folding sheets with absent precision.
19:29We have spoken to certain people, made inquiries, and the situation in your house is not safe.
19:39Returning now would be a mistake, a grave mistake.
19:42Vera dropped the sheet onto the table.
19:45Her hands, which had been moving with agility a moment before, now lay limp on the white linen.
19:49She didn't look up, what do you mean it's not safe?
19:57It means the threats you told us about are real.
20:02Federico, who had accompanied Lopez, intervened, his presence adding a layer of gravity to the matter.
20:10We can't allow you to expose yourself to that.
20:13Your place for now is here in the promise.
20:15You're safe.
20:19Safe, Vera thought with bitter irony.
20:22She was safe in a cage of gold and servitude, far from one threat only to fall into another.
20:29The promise was not a refuge, it was a labyrinth filled with its own minotaurs.
20:35Here she was under the scrutinizing gaze of Doña Cruz, subject to the rigid rules of service and in constant fear that her true identity would be discovered.
20:45When Lopez and Federico left her alone, Vera leaned against the cold wall, closing her eyes.
20:54Reality hit her like a punch to the gut.
20:57She had run out of options.
21:00There was no longer a before to return to, not even as a comforting fantasy.
21:04The past was sealed, the future was a blank, terrifying canvas.
21:12She saw herself as a castaway on an unfamiliar island.
21:17She had stumbled upon the promise by chance, fleeing, and now the island had become her entire world.
21:23Would she be able to face it, to build a new life from the ashes of the old one?
21:30Fear was a bulwark in her chest.
21:34Fear of the unknown, fear of being discovered, fear of being completely alone.
21:41But beneath the fear, an undercurrent of resilience began to flow.
21:46Vera had survived so far.
21:48She had learned to navigate the tricky waters of promise, to forge alliances, to find small moments of joy amidst the routine.
22:00The choice was no longer hers.
22:02Fate had imposed it on her.
22:04Now only one question remained.
22:06Would she let the tide drown her or would she learn to swim?
22:09She opened her eyes.
22:12Her gaze was no longer one of panic, but of icy determination.
22:17Lopez and Federico's joint work, although painful, had done her a strange favor.
22:22It had freed her from the burden of choice.
22:27She no longer had to look back, she could only look forward,
22:31and in that uncertain future she would have to fight,
22:33not to return home, but to build a home in the most unexpected place.
22:37Her new reality had begun and she was ready to face it, even if she had to do it alone.
22:47The tension that until then had manifested itself in undercurrents of personal anguish
22:51was about to explode and become collective panic.
22:57The trigger was something as simple as an absence.
23:00The bell calling the service to their morning posts rang as it did every day.
23:07The maids, footmen, and cooks emerged from their rooms,
23:10their faces still marked by sleep, and headed to their posts.
23:16But someone was missing, Petra Arcos did not show up for work.
23:20At first, no one gave it much importance.
23:24She must still be unwell, someone commented.
23:27Pia must have told her to stay in bed, suggested another.
23:30But as the morning progressed, a strange unease began to spread.
23:39Romulo, as he called the roll call, frowned.
23:42Has anyone seen Petra this morning?
23:45She's had breakfast.
23:47A chorus of denials was the response.
23:50Maria Fernandez, who had been the last to try to attend to her the night before,
23:54felt a chill.
23:55She wasn't well last night, Mr. Romulo.
24:00Not well at all, she was barely responding.
24:02Pia approached, her face already pale, a shade whiter.
24:08Yana went to see her a while ago with an infusion,
24:10but the door was locked from the inside and she hasn't answered their calls.
24:16We thought she was sleeping soundly.
24:18The words soundly hung in the air, taking on a sinister meaning.
24:26Silence took over the kitchen.
24:29Eyes exchanged, laden with unspoken fear.
24:33No one had seen her.
24:35No one knew anything and the door was locked from the inside.
24:38Fear is contagious.
24:39It began as a murmur among the servants and within minutes became a terrifying certainty
24:46that paralyzed everyone.
24:50The image of Petra, alone, sick, and locked in her room became unbearable.
24:55And if the question hung terrifyingly in everyone's minds,
25:02what if the illness had finally overcome her during the night?
25:06What if behind that wooden door there was not a sleeping woman, but a lifeless body?
25:13The idea was so horrifying that it caused total paralysis.
25:17Work stopped.
25:19Knives were left on cutting boards, dusters motionless in the hands of the maids.
25:25A group instinctively gathered in the hallway leading to Petra's room,
25:30keeping a respectful distance but unable to move away.
25:35They stared at the door as if it were the entrance to a tomb.
25:38We'll have to do something, Lopez said.
25:41His voice sounded strangely loud in the tense silence.
25:45What?
25:46Break down the door, Mauro replied, nervousness sharpening his tone.
25:50And if he was only sleeping, the anger he would feel would be monumental.
25:55Better one anger than the other, Yolana whispered, her face grim, but no one moved.
26:05The fear was not just of what they might find, it was a deeper, almost superstitious fear.
26:10The fear of being the one to discover death, of being the one to break the seal of that room and release the tragedy it contained.
26:21It was the fear of one's own mortality reflected in the possible fate of a companion.
26:25So much so that no one dared to check if she was still alive, not even Romulo or Pia.
26:34The leaders of the service seemed capable of taking the step.
26:37A group of souls stood there on tenterhooks, staring at a closed door that had become the monolith of their terror.
26:45The silence in that corridor was absolute, a silence that screamed.
26:53Uncertainty gripped everyone, weaving a web of anguish that threatened to suffocate the very life of the palace.
26:58The promise held its breath, waiting for someone, anyone, to have the courage to turn the knob and face the truth.
27:08Far from the panic brewing on the lower floors, in the solitude of his room, Kuro felt the desperation of an entirely different nature.
27:21His was not a shared anguish, but a solitary torment that was eating him up from the inside.
27:30He felt like a cornered animal, with the barking of dogs getting closer and no visible escape route.
27:35There was nothing left for him to do, or so he thought.
27:40He had played all his cards.
27:42He had tried to reason with Angela, to appeal to her common sense, to her past.
27:49He had tried to confront Lorenzo, a man as slippery and dangerous as a snake.
27:56He had sought the support of his family, but they were all immersed in their own battles.
28:02His sister Catalina had left.
28:03His uncle Alonso was lost in his own apathy in Martina.
28:09Thinking about Martina was like stabbing a knife into his own heart.
28:13The options were running out with the cruelty of the grains of sand on a clock that marked the time towards his execution.
28:20And the date of that execution was getting closer, Angela and Lorenzo's wedding.
28:24That wedding wasn't just a union, it was the solidification of Lorenzo's power over his mother's inheritance.
28:33It was Angela's final sentence to a life of unhappiness and it was for Kuro the last and most humiliating of defeats.
28:40He paced his room like a caged lion.
28:45His hands were clenched, his jaw was clenched with pain.
28:51He had gone over every conversation, every possible strategy a thousand times and always came up against the same impassable wall.
28:58Lorenzo was too cunning, too well positioned.
29:04Angela, trapped in her own web of fears and social conventions, was incapable of taking the step to save herself.
29:10Desperate, he stopped in front of his desk.
29:16On it lay a blank sheet of paper and a pen.
29:22He had stared at it for hours thinking of writing, but to whom what?
29:26A letter to Angela begging her once more, useless.
29:31A note to the marquee revealing Lorenzo's true intentions.
29:35He wouldn't believe him, or he wouldn't want to believe him.
29:41Then his eyes fell on a small wooden chest he kept in a drawer.
29:47He pulled it out and opened it.
29:49Inside, along with some trinkets from his childhood, was a pistol.
29:55A small dwelling pistol, inherited from his father, the captain of the bush.
30:00He had never used it.
30:04It was a relic, an ornamental object, but now, in the gray light of the morning,
30:09it didn't seem like an ornament, it seemed like a solution.
30:14The idea sprang to his mind, terrible and seductive in its simplicity.
30:20If he couldn't defeat Lorenzo with reason, perhaps he could with force.
30:24A challenge, a duel, a madness from another age.
30:30But weren't they living in an age of madness?
30:33It was a wild thought, born of pure desperation.
30:36It was suicide.
30:39He knew it.
30:41Lorenzo was a seasoned soldier, an expert marksman.
30:46He didn't stand a chance, but the idea of dying fighting, of making one last defiant gesture,
30:52was strangely appealing compared to the slow agony of watching everything crumble around him.
30:56No, that was not the way out.
31:01Violence would only breathe more tragedy.
31:04He returned the gun to its case, his hands shaking.
31:08There had to be another way.
31:10And then, like a flash in the darkness of his mind, he saw it.
31:13The only option left to him was not clean, it was not honorable, it was risky, it was mean, and it could go horribly wrong.
31:25But it was something, it was a last desperate gamble.
31:29His plan did not involve firearms or direct confrontation.
31:33It was something far more subtle and, if it weren't, far more devastating.
31:37It required cunning, cold-bloodedness, and a capacity for deception that he was not sure he possessed.
31:46But desperation was a great teacher.
31:49He sat down again at his desk.
31:51The pen no longer seemed useless.
31:54He reached for a new sheet of paper.
31:56His eyes no longer held panic, but feverish determination.
32:01The look of a gambler who was about to bet everything he had, including his own life and honor, on a single card.
32:07He didn't know if he would win, but for the first time in many days he felt like he had regained a shred of control.
32:17Lorenzo believed he had won the game.
32:20He was about to discover that Curro de la Mata Luján had not yet played his last hand.
32:26And so Friday passed in the promise, a microcosm of souls on the edge.
32:30The palace with its imposing stone facade and luxurious halls was nothing more than a shell containing a whirlwind of broken hopes, ancestral fears, and deafening silences.
32:44Everything seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
32:47A family falling apart, a woman wasting away in her bed, a young man drowning in his guilt, a maiden face with an uncertain future,
32:54and another young man planning a desperate act that could change everything.
33:01However, even in the darkest hour, there are those who still hold on to a shred of hope.
33:08There are those who, like Martina, refuse to give up and fight with the only weapon they have left, words.
33:14There are those like Yana who, despite their apparent defeat, never stop searching for a solution, a cure, an answer.
33:26There are those like Vera who find strength in adversity to reinvent themselves.
33:31The situation regarding the promise was at its limit.
33:35The rope was so taut that the slightest touch could break it, unleashing chaos.
33:40But perhaps, just perhaps, there was still time to change destiny.
33:47The board was set, the pieces in their most critical positions.
33:54The question hanging in the stale air of the palace was not whether tragedy would strike,
33:58but whether someone, amidst paralysis and fear, would dare to act in time to stop it.
34:03Fate, capricious and cruel, awaited the move of a brave or a madman.
34:13And the clock continued to tick relentlessly towards an outcome that no one could foresee.
34:18The end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day.
34:28The end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day.
34:30The end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day, the end of the day.
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