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Among them was Don Mateo, a man of ninety-three winters whose hands were maps of veins and bones. The village children whispered that he had once known a secret—a tesoro hidden in the caves behind the waterfall. But Don Mateo only smiled his toothless smile and said, "The treasure is not gold."

Don Mateo laughed—a dry, papery sound. "You think I am boring, little ember?" el tesoro de la juventud

They walked back to the village in silence. The moon hung low and heavy. At the edge of town, Lucía stopped. Among them was Don Mateo, a man of

Don Mateo picked it up gently, as if it were a sleeping bird. "Look into it," he said. "You think I am boring, little ember

"Abuelo, tell me the truth," she demanded, her eyes fierce with youth. "Where is the treasure of youth? I want to find it before I grow old and boring like everyone here."

"Abuelo, should we hide the mirror again? For someone else to find?"