Between Ashes and Stones
With the breaking of the dark curse in Storybrooke, the past and present collide violently and unexpectedly. As the residents regain their memories and channel decades of hatred in search of revenge against the evil queen, Regina Mills finds herself cornered, awaiting the worst outcome, but the collective judgment is interrupted by an unexpected shield: Emma Swan, the destined savior, and her loyal knight in shining armor, Caleb Stone. Caleb does not belong to fairy tales. He is a man shaped by the harshness of the streets and the Boston shelter system, carrying the ghost of a dark past and the blood of his own father on his hands, and upon reading the fairy tale book that Henry always kept under his arm, Caleb does not see in Regina the monster that the town hates, but rather the destructive reflection of the pain and revenge that he knows intimately in his own father. While Storybrooke seethes with distrust and all fairy tale characters demand due punishment, Caleb becomes the only anchor of humanity in Regina's life. An intense and dangerous connection is born between Regina and Caleb. Disarmed by a man who does not fear her darkness and faces kingdoms to protect her.
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Eu sou o livro que ninguém quer ler, a música que ninguém quer ouvir, o filme que ninguém quer ver. Eu sou a poe...
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