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25 de Agosto de 794
Numa noite fria nas terras de Norte, uma bela jovem grita em seu leito sentindo as fortes dores do parto. Seu sangue mancha o lençol branco e as cortinas balançam com o vento sereno da madrugada.
-Vamos Kira, força! Você precisa trazer o herdeiro dos Mclvol
A velha……
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