Sussurros e Sombras
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Ongoing, First published May 23, 2026

A história se abre para o último ano de Ashley, um tempo sombreado por segredos e desconforto. No Angels High, ela navega por uma hierarquia social corrupta enquanto esconde cicatrizes ocultas. Esses capítulos iniciais rastreiam suas ansiedades enquanto ela luta com exaustão, contusões inexplicáveis e atos deliberados de intimidação. Um almoço perdido e um encontro violento aumentam seus medos, enquanto um tiro e um aviso de um estranho misterioso sugerem um perigo crescente. A narrativa segue as tentativas desesperadas de Ashley de evitar o conflito na web..
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