A Casa e as Memórias
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Ongoing, First published May 21, 2026

Maya herda uma antiga casa vitoriana repleta de mistérios, onde fragmentos do passado dos seus pais ressurgem, despertando memórias perturbadoras. Juntamente com Sam, cujo pai desapareceu na casa anos antes, Maya inicia uma busca para desvendar os segredos da propriedade. Descobrem símbolos gravados, vestígios de sangue e um diário com relatos inquietantes. À medida que Maya investiga as pesquisas do pai, desvenda avisos sinistros e uma ligação assustadora com uma mulher chamada Eleanor Vance, revelando uma presença sombria que reside dentro das paredes da casa.
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