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One night when he found him washing his wound in his own room, José Arcadio Buendía could no longer resist. “It’s all right, Prudencio,” he told him. “We’re going to leave this town, just as far away as we can go, and we’ll never come back. Go in peace now.” That was how they undertook the crossing of the mountains.
One Hundred Years of Solitude
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