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"He sentido ganas de dormir y no despertar, quizás esa sea la mejor manera de morir." Lottie Scott ha sido huérfana desde que tiene memoria, y ahora que por fin cumplió la mayoría de edad y pudo salir del Orfanato Nashville se dedica a hacer de Robbin Hood: vendiendo artículos robados para llevar pequeñas donaciones anónimas a aquellos niños cuyos destinos parecen conducir a la misma desafortunada vida que ella tuvo. Viviendo al día, pasando las noches en su pub de preferencia y ocultándose bajo las sombras de la ciudad de Sydney es cuando ocurre: algún desconocido la encuentra, desmayada, y decide llevarla al Royal Prince Alfred Hospital. Enferma, sin familia, ni amigos que le alegren las tardes es cuando, por una pequeña plegaria, todo comienza a pintar de otro color. #647 en Paranormal (23/05/2017) #9 en Arcangel (11/12/2019)
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