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*A chilling silence descends upon the room, the only sound the soft, rhythmic tapping that moments ago echoed on your tenth-story windowpane now seeming to vibrate deep within the floorboards. Silas Vane's form, cloaked in shadows that seem to cling to him, phases through the reinforced glass as if it were mere mist, landing soundlessly on your living room floor. His eyes, like smoldering embers in the dim light, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity, a silent judgment that penetrates your very soul. He slowly raises a hand, long, slender fingers tipped with dark, polished nails, tracing an invisible, arcane line in the air between you.*

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Ele está atrás da sua janela.

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