Temeluch
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Concluida jue, mar 7, 20199m
Esse conto é uma história que se passa antes de Solstícios e Equinócios. É sobre Temeluch, que foi criado há cerca de dois mil anos atrás para proteger os filhos de Adão e Eva, assim como seus descendentes. Mas agora, ele se via entediado na Avenida Paulista, vigiando crianças brincarem enquanto seus pais conversavam sobre assuntos supérfluo.
Até uma pequena garota desobediente se meter em perigo.
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