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To save us all
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em dez 22, 2023
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"But she knew better than to doubt the one who could save them all..."
Addy wasn't a young Voltaris but she wasn't old either and had already seen things that made her heart ache and made her feel immense loss. She almost never felt at peace in her little camp. She had lost all hope until he came... 
Ingressus wasn't what she expected from the stories of Voltaris that had lived in the same village as Ingressus when he was still young, he had completely changed, he was more ruthless... and cruel...
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