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𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊, 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗̃𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗̃𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒́𝚊𝚗. 𝙻𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘, 𝚢 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎.

𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒́𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚘.

𝚂𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚒́𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚒́𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘́ 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚊́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘. 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚙𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗̃𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎.

𝙹.𝙹., 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘. 𝙴𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎́𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘.

𝙴𝚕 𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘, 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚊𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚘́ 𝚜𝚞 𝚞́𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗.

𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘, 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚒́𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘, 𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊. 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍.

𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜, 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚣𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘. 𝙰 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚗̃𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎́𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗.

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𝙾𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚗𝚞𝚝, 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕, 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙.

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚗𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎.

𝙹.𝙹., 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚗𝚞𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚗𝚞𝚝, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛.

𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗. 𝙰 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙹.𝙹. 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝.

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He rocked slowly from side to side as his horse stumbled down the hill, both victims of fatigue, thirst and hunger. Chestnut could stand it no longer and fell flat on his face, throwing him to the ground…

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