CLEAR
CLEAR

CLEAR

Synopsis

Sometimes we keep everything that afflicts us to ourselves, where no one can reach. Anger, hatred and fear can culminate at any moment in an internal explosion. That's what happened to Clara. The despair triggered by the tragedy of losing her parents ceased when Clara decided to free herself from the agony that enveloped her by giving voice to Him, her demon. And He controlled it.
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Total : 1,043 mots
01

C L A R A - Prólogo

251 mots•~2 min
02

C L A R A - 1º capítulo, Nós somos o pior tipo de monstro existente, portanto não fuja de seus medos. Não tem como fugir de si mesmo.

254 mots•~2 min
03

C L A R A - 2º capítulo, "Feche seus olhos, o mal está aqui dentro."

201 mots•~2 min
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C L A R A - 3º capítulo, "O inferno está vazio e todos os demônios estão aqui."

138 mots•~1 min
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C L A R A - 4º capítulo, É a primeira vez que sinto medo de um padre

199 mots•~1 min

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