“HE ASKED TO SEE HIS DAUGHTER BEFORE HE DIED… AND WHAT SHE WHISPERED TO HIM CHANGED HIS DESTINY FOREVER.” It was six in the morning when the guards opened Ramiro Fuentes’s cell. Five years of waiting for this day. Five years of shouting his innocence to gray walls that never answered. In a few hours, he would face his sentence. “I want to see my daughter,” he said in a dry voice, worn by confinement. “That’s all I ask. Let me see Salomé before it’s all over.” The younger guard lowered his eyes. The older one shook his head contemptuously....
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