



Dragon of Light
For some, the end, for others, the beginning. But not everything time can solve!
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We all have something we would like to forget, something that makes us want not to be ourselves. Our ghosts from the past haunt us in the present, redefining our future. But... If you could redo history? Would he have the courage to do so?
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First Published
6 de julho de 2015
Last Updated
6 de julho de 2015
Editorial Status
In Progress
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Português (Brasil)
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