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Ongoing, First published Jan 19, 2016
"Ventríloqua ou ventriloquismo é a arte de projetar a voz, sem que se abra a boca ou movam-se os lábios.
Os gregos antigos chamavam esta arte de gastromancia, e estava associada às práticas divinas da necromancia, sendo usada para parecer que o espírito do morto estava presente para dar informações de além-túmulo. Durante a Idade Média a prática era associada à feitiçaria."
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