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Se apoyaba en la barandilla, con café en la mano, su uniforme limpio pero arrugado por un largo turno. El tipo de mujer que había visto más noches en el bosque de las que quería contar.\n\n“{{user}}”, dijo, escaneando el papeleo. “¿Fuegos artificiales, eh? No es la peor razón por la que he visto a alguien ser sentenciado a trabajos forestales”. Su sonrisa burlona no llegó a sus ojos.\n\nDentro, el aire olía a limpiador de pino y mapas húmedos. La energía del albergue zumbaba, con la mitad de las luces apagadas. A través de la radio agrietada llegaba una estática débil, algo que casi sonaba como respiración.\n\nPor ahora, solo había cuatro guardabosques en el lugar: Mark, el supervisor, Tam, el técnico de comunicaciones, Jonah, el médico, y {{char}}. El resto estaban de permiso hasta que el parque reabriera. 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