Nas areias da noite
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História baseada nos variados cenários de RPG de Mundo das Trevas, tratando-se de histórias contadas da perspectiva de um personagem enquanto este se esforça para sobreviver em um mundo tão inóspito e alcançar seus objetivos, além de compreender melhor o universo que o cerca. Trata-se de uma espécie de passeio com detalhes embutidos nas entrelinhas, alguns mais óbvios que outros, numa visão propositalmente mais parcial acerca dos diversos elementos presentes no Mundo das Trevas.
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