O Último Filho do Tempo
- LECTURAS 40
- Votos 3
- Partes 2
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Última publicación lun, abr 13, 2020
O Preconceito, as desigualdades, as violências que apenas cresciam, a escravidão e o isolamento social se tornaram tão presentes no mundo que levaram ao fim da então sociedade como era conhecida. Após a Grande Guerra que ocorreu quando os povos na terra já não se entendiam e consequentemente se explodiram no processo, o mundo anos depois teve paz para se recuperar, regenerar e crescer, a terra prosperou e o povo que sobreviveu a maior catástrofe que o mundo já viu voltou a crescer e se unir. Mas infelizmente um mundo onde as pessoas não conhecem sua história estão fadados a repetir os mesmos erros, pelo menos é o que se espera até que ele, O Salvador, apareceu.....
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