A Maldição das Rosas

A Maldição das Rosas

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Na cidade de Thornton Hollow, o aroma das rosas silvestres flutua no ar, contrastando com a atmosfera carregada de segredos que permeava as ruas de paralelepípedos. Era ali que Cecily Woods encontrava sua inspiração, entre os jardins exuberantes e os mistérios sussurrados pelas sombras. A jovem artista caminhava pelas vielas tranquilas, seus olhos castanhos absorvendo as cores e as nuances do cenário ao seu redor. Seu caderno de esboços era seu companheiro constante, capturando instantâneos fugazes da beleza pitoresca da cidade. Entretanto, não era apenas a serenidade da paisagem que preenchia suas páginas. Era a inquietante energia que circundava uma mansão isolada no alto da colina que despertava sua curiosidade. A propriedade dos Hollow, envolta em lendas sombrias e grandes especulações
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