Sangue Negro

Sangue Negro

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Na cidade imperial de São Sebastião do Rio de Janeiro, no ano de Nosso Senhor de 1.855, coisas realmente estranhas acontecem no cortiço condenado. Roberto, Elza, Henrieta, José Maria e os demais habitantes do cortiço se vêem às voltas com acontecimentos estranhos que lhes furtava a paz, mas que se tornaram urgentes quando mortes acontecem. Temerosos de serem despejados e expulsos pelo Império que vê com maus olhos os cortiços, resolvem fazer justiça com as próprias mãos, lançando a parteira Das Dores à fogueira para ser queimada viva, único método conhecido de aniquilar o poder das bruxas. Mesmo após restarem apenas cinzas da bruxa, estranhas ocorrências voltam a assolar o cortiço. Fica decidido que a fogueira permanecerá acessa indefinidamente, até que todas as bruxas sejam reduzidas às cinzas. E todos seguem caçando. Tamanho: 3.000 palavras Tempo de Leitura: menos de 20 minutos (fonte: https://goo.gl/t8Yxwb) Esta é uma obra de ficção. As pessoas e situações aqui retratadas não são reais. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas, nomes, lugares e situações trata-se de mera coincidência. Todos o conteúdo do texto é de minha autoria, estando protegido conforme disposto na Lei nº 9.610, de 19 de fevereiro de 1998. São proibidas cópia ou reprodução sem a devida citação de autoria.
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I pull my canteen out and take a swig of my hot cider letting it warm my body, but got interrupted by my sister shouting at me over the wind. "Can you take a picture of me? I have to post it to my followers when we get back down the mountain!" I roll my eyes and turn towards her, I don't even have to say anything to her, because she knows i'll always take photos for her as annoying as she may be. I peel off my mittens and feel the harsh wind eat away at my bare fingers. I stuff them in my bag, before I grab her phone and start backing up to get a better angle of her. She stands by the edge of the cliff and poses. I snap a few photos then flip the camera to take a few selfies with her in the background, even with her words of protest. I walk up to her at the edge, feeling the snow crunch under my boots, and hand her phone back. I then swing my rucksack around to the front of me, get on my knees and start to dig around for my mittens. I suddenly feel the ground shake under me. Before I could even stand up fully, the snow under my legs crumble before my eyes. Holy fuck. The snow is coming loose and is avalanching. I already feel my body fall backwards as the ground under me disappears. I look up at my sister whose face has morphed into shock. My body feels as light as a feather. This is the end for me I know it. I brace my self for deadly impact, but it never comes.. A bright light flashes as everything around me goes white. I wake up to be laying in soft snow with my rucksack on top of me. My head spun as I sat up. I look around and all I see are large trees. In fact, these trees look larger than any i've ever seen in my life, which includes the ones on Animal Planet. Where the hell am I? I look up at the sky and I see two suns? Did I get a concussion? No that can't be, i'm not seeing double with trees or my fingers. {Transmigration to Beast Continent successful} {System 002 has now been assigned to you}

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