The Mists of Art
"[...] each universe had its reserved place and to remove it from there would be to profane the name of that sanctuary in the form of a restricted collection [...]."
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♠ Resumo sobre mim: Olá, olá, tu que vieste a tão estranha terra! Sinta-se bem-vindo ao meu mundo! ^o^ Meu n...
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“To begin with, it's a very well-written fic from one of my favorite books in life, and precisely with my beloved character from Sombra do Vento as the main character. How not to love? I confess that I had never thought about MiquelxFernando (MiNando? Ferquel?), however this fic surprised me very positively and I loved the development and involvement between them. If it were possible to give stars, from 1 to 5, I would give 10 ❤”
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