A/N: Hello everybody! As you may or may not know, this is one of the stories I've been most excited for to write due to the fact that it's something I love very much.
I really, really, hope you enjoy reading this as much as I love writing it.
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EDIT 1: I've started over from zero as you can see since I've modified Constantine's story once again. Oops.
Any other inconvenience or edit, I'll edit this post again (?)
Hopefully that does not happen.
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I dedicate this to my mother, and eternal inspiration and the woman who has pulled through all my Constantine drama for the last year and present day.
To my IG followers and friends, the sheer amount of support always kills me.
To my school best friends, especially Ammy, Andrea and Vivi. Who all want to cosplay the Petite Dorian.
To Alex Amancio (?)
To myself, because who else would've done this?
Please enjoy!
–Miss Amancio
YOU ARE READING
Assassin's Creed: Lost Memories
Historical FictionI want to feel the pain and the bitter taste Of the blood on my lips again The steady burst of snow is burning my hands, I'm frozen to the bones, I am A million mile from home, I'm walking away I can't remind your eyes, your face — Iron, Woodkid
