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Os Outros Três
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Ongoing, First published Mar 25, 2016
A faísca morta iniciará o incêndio,
                                    
Os antigos participantes voltarão a jogar,
                                    
  três acréscimos virão antes do inicio da partida.
   
Quando o amor morrer, o jogo irá começar.
                                                          
 O que era bom se tornará mal.
          
Mas não o poderão matar, afinal.
  
Alguns não receberão piedade.
  
 Em águas revoltadas a morte seguirá as lanças.
  
Cabe a dez semideuses acalmar a tempestade.
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