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"The seal is inside," Sofía replied. And for the first time, she believed it.

She thought of her father, a bricklayer who had never set foot in a university. Last week, he had asked, "So you just write your name on a fancy first page, and they give you a degree?" She had laughed, but now the question felt heavy. The portada was a threshold. On one side: the chaos of notes, coffee stains, and 3 a.m. breakthroughs. On the other: the polished lie that everything was under control. portada trabajo universidad

The cursor blinked on the blank Word document like a metronome counting down to zero. Sofía stared at the white abyss. The research was done—footnotes, bibliography, statistical analysis—but the portada was still empty. "The seal is inside," Sofía replied