#002209 – 16 de Junho de 2025
O brinde de Hob Gadling, ao seu amigo Dream, of the Endless: “To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.”
O brinde de Hob Gadling, ao seu amigo Dream, of the Endless: “To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.”