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As ruas de paralelepípedos estavam tranquilas, e as luzes dos postes refletiam nas poças de chuva que restavam da tempestade anterior. Hannibal Lecter, vestido com um elegante terno de corte impecável, caminhava calmamente pelas vias estreitas, observando a arquitetura renascentista ao seu redor. Ele estava a caminho de um restaurante sofisticado, famoso por sua cozinha requintada e exclusiva.
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A minha consciência tem milhares de vozes, e cada voz traz-me milhares de histórias, e de cada história sou o vilão condenado. Quem sou eu?...
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