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Vendetta
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jan 27, 2018
I've been living with pain and sorrow for a long while now. They keep me company in my darkest moments-caressing my heart delicately. 

I fear I may never know true happiness again in this life. Even if it does come...there's no telling if it will last. 
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Aella's brother was murdered and yet no one seems to be as upset about it as she is. Her Mother has become a broken-sad mess. Her father has become distant-cloaking himself in lies. The police haven't found anything-not a clue and definitely not a person. To Aella, It's almost like no one even looking. So, she took it upon herself, and she dealt with it by her means. Whether that means she walks away with blood on her hands or not.
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