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"My name is Pandrosos.
What I hold in my hands is a wool ball carrying a myth. The one I will narrate to you.
A myth that starts to unfold one day in September when I opened that box, a gift from my close friend Victoria from the island in summer.
It was a young goat’s skull that never grew to an adult one. It crossed the seas and reached my hands intact, perfectly divided into two.
When I saw it I got scared. I froze."
(To be continued...)