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Minutes stretched. He watched the ceiling, counting the tiny movements of dust in the camera light. He let his thoughts thin into a series of small admissions—things he said to no one and everything at once. There was a whisper of a laugh, half-formed, when he remembered an old joke. Then the rhythm changed: a slow slide, like notes falling off a piano. Alejo Ospina woke to the soft hum of

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He had prepared everything the same as before: a neatly folded shirt, a playlist arranged like a map of his memories, a glass of water within reach. The room smelled of coffee and the faint sugar of leftover pastries from a late fan delivery. He lay back, felt the mattress settle, and pushed his hands into the pillow as if anchoring himself to the present.