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UM JOVEM DESCOBRE A BARREIRA DO SONHO E COMO DESVENCILHAR  MAS NÃO SABE O QUE REALMENTE E SER UM VIAJANTE DOS SONHOS ANUNCIADOS EM SOBRAS.
E ACREDITA ESTAR LOUCO POR NÃO COMPREENDER OS SEGREDOS DO VÉU DA REALIDADE E DOS SONHOS E NEM SABE DOS PERIGOS DO DESCONHECIDO.
E CONFIAR NO DESCONHECIDO PODE SER UM ERRO MORTAL.
ELE NÃO ESTA SÓ!All Rights Reserved

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