Perdão Hallway
Translated from Hallway Forgiveness
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Ongoing, First published May 24, 2026

Este romance segue Cole como ele navega as ansiedades de retornar à escola após uma suspensão, lutando com culpa sobre ações passadas e medos de julgamento. A narrativa traça suas tentativas de lidar com o isolamento e auto-aversão, apoiado por uma tia distante, mas compreensiva. Os primeiros capítulos retratam dinâmicas sociais desajeitadas, incluindo uma parceria desconfortável para um projeto de história e um confronto tenso com um companheiro de equipe sobre almoço roubado. Inesperadamente, Cole encontra um caminho para o perdão como Elliot Goldman pede, uma história de intimidação.
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