Shadows of Dark
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Mitzy uma garota de 15 anos ''apaixonada pelo sobrenatural'' sempre quis que algo assustador acontecesse com ela. Mitzy desejava isso tanto que certo dia ela sonha com um ritual que nele ela ganharia ''poderes'' e poderia fazer oque quisesse e até ver coisas que talvez ela quisesse ver... Será que ela ira fazer esse ritual? e ter tudo que ela quer?
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