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"The only way," El Poeta whispered one night, "is to steal the key from the Commandant while he sleeps. That is suicide."

The true war began with a stolen exam. The Fourth Year cadets had the answers to the chemistry final, guarded in a locked drawer in the Commandant’s office. El Esclavo needed them to avoid failing and repeating the year—a fate worse than death, for his father had promised to send him to a reformatory. libro la ciudad y los perros

El Jaguar listened from the shadows. "No," he said. "We don't need the key. We need the night guard drunk. And we need a scapegoat." "The only way," El Poeta whispered one night,

The ringleader was known as El Esclavo —the Slave. He was thin, with cunning eyes that had learned to spot fear like a shark smells blood. His lieutenants were El Boa , a brute with fists like sledgehammers, and El Poeta , a quiet, bitter boy who wrote verses about death in a hidden notebook. El Esclavo needed them to avoid failing and