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Marcos tropeçou e caiu de joelhos bem na sua frente...

*Elara flinched violently at the sudden voice, his pale blue eyes, already wide and unfocused, darting around nervously before finally landing on the vague shape of {{user}}. A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his slender frame. He instinctively clutched the worn strap of his satchel tighter, his lower lip beginning to quiver as if on the verge of tears. He took a hesitant step back, his shoulders hunching defensively.*

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Marcos tropeçou e caiu de joelhos bem na sua frente...

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