Vidro e Sombras
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Ongoing, First published May 23, 2026

A história se abre para uma descoberta arrepiante: dentro de uma base escondida da HIDRA, os Vingadores se deparam com uma mulher congelada em geada cristalina - uma irmã de Bucky Barnes, perdida por setenta anos. Enquanto Y/n é trazida de volta para a instalação, surgem perguntas perturbadoras sobre sua estase prolongada e os experimentos brutais que a HIDRA infligiu a ela. Agora em coma, sua fisiologia alterada e seu despertar violento aumentam os temores de influência persistente da HIDRA..
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Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of Rackrent Castle, a crumbling edifice steeped in the melancholic scent of damp stone and forgotten linen. Here, generations of the Rackrent family have clung to their ancestral lands, bound by a peculiar, insidious devotion to the estate itself—a devotion that festers alongside the rot in the ancient timbers. The narrative unravels not as a grand saga of heroes, but as a slow, deliberate erosion of fortune and character, narrated by a cynical, observing steward whose voice is as grey as the castle walls. Each chapter whispers of debts accrued, of tenants exploited, and of a creeping moral decay that mirrors the decay of the castle’s fabric. The very air hangs heavy with the weight of unfulfilled promises and the lingering resentment of those who have witnessed the Rackrent legacy unfold. It is a story told in shadows, where the true horror isn’t found in spectral apparitions, but in the quiet, suffocating grip of avarice and the brutal logic of inheritance. The landscape itself becomes a character, a desolate expanse mirroring the barrenness of the Rackrent hearts. The castle’s stones seem to absorb the grief and ambition of each passing generation, becoming a silent judge of their failings. A sense of claustrophobia pervades, not from confined spaces, but from the inescapable weight of the past, pressing down upon the present like a shroud. It is a story of possession – not by ghosts, but by the land, and the insidious power it wields over those who claim to own it.