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Petrichor

Leituras 364
Votos 8
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

Leituras 364
Votos 8
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

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Petrichor - the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Ancient Greek 
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"Sometimes we are a mess, we are failures, but we love it." He smiled looking at her "And that makes me think that you're crazy like me love. That's probably the reason that we get along." His words spread just like another drop of rain through the sea.
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A siphoner haunted by her past. From her mother's death, by Astra's own hands, to her abusive father.
She is now trapped in a world of witches who hunt for order on the streets of new orleans.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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