Feridas de Inverno
Translated from Winter's Wound
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Ongoing, First published May 21, 2026

Em uma Nova York implacável, um homem ferido e misterioso, conhecido apenas como o Soldado de Inverno, tenta desesperadamente escapar de seus perseguidores. Refugiado em um apartamento, ele confronta Amelia, uma mulher que exige respostas sobre seu passado e suas motivações. A noite tranquila de Amelia é interrompida por essa invasão inesperada, desencadeando um confronto tenso. Uma aliança hesitante se forma entre eles, impulsionada pela desconfiança e pela ameaça constante de forças desconhecidas. A história se desenrola em meio a perspectivas fragmentadas e um confronto crescente.
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