Escarlate e Sombra
Translated from Crimson and Shadow
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Ongoing, First published May 10, 2026

Uma história de perda e transformação perturbadora. A narrativa acompanha as consequências de um ataque brutal, revelando um narrador lidando com uma mudança monstruosa e a dor de uma vida irrevogavelmente alterada. Os capítulos iniciais detalham uma descida à clandestinidade enquanto o narrador se move em um mundo sombreado por encontros inexplicáveis – um encontro casual com um homem diferente prenuncia consequências futuras. A cada ciclo lunar, mudanças agonizantes se manifestam, aprisionando o narrador em uma luta desesperada por solidão e controle contra uma maldição aterradora e recorrente.
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