Tempo Renovado
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Jerry é um garoto de 18 anos que acabou de se mudar para viver sozinho, com seu amigo Douglas.
Coisas estranhas começam a acontecer, e Jerry não sabe o porquê.
Isso tudo aconteceu no segundo dia?
Quando aconteceu a primeira morte?
Ou quando já era tarde demais?
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Faz tempo que não escrevo livros. Esse é mais um teste que envolveu minha criatividade e algumas inspirações.
Se você gostou desse livro, e de outros que já fiz, siga meu perfil, pois é isso que me dá motivação para continuar a escrever!
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