#aiiot

The island appeared exactly where the old map promised-and nowhere else. So the myth was true. Who would have thought that the old drunkard of the county had a real treasure in his filthy house, if you

Ayer cruzamos la Puerta de Madera. Hoy el camino sigue subiendo… y de pronto se cierra. Delante no hay paso. Solo piedra. La segunda puerta está metida en la roca misma del desfiladero: un muro enorme