Calmati o lasciati calmare

Calmati o lasciati calmare

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È passato circa un anno da quando la barriera è caduta, e molto è cambiato - anche se non in una maniera sorprendente. Le persone sono sempre stronzi con qualunque cosa che sia nuova e differente, sei ancora un po' turbata dall'idea di avere una relazione seria con chiunque, il tuo lavoro è ancora strano e meraviglioso. Oh, e il tuo gatto non è assolutamente tranquillo. Inoltre ci sono piselli scheletrici e anche un po' di politica NSFW (traduzione della fan fic Chill or be Chilled (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5387672/chapters/12443822 )di Total skeleton trash (http://archiveofourown.org/users/TotalSkeletonTrash/pseuds/TotalSkeletonTrash) Libro uno: Brossageddon-capitoli 1-92 Libro due: Ancora più Brossa-Capitoli 93- in corso
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He killed them all. Dust, down the waters of the the forest it runs, through the veins of the skeletons and the demons that prowl the night. It's the silent enemy, the adversary that slowly chokes and brings down entire armies to their knees. None can oppose it for none have the will or the strength. And it is the dust that emerges from the mouth of a mountain that overlooks a city, the dust that creeps and crawls through the forest and down the alleyways. It is the dust that wraps its bony hands around the throats of the damned ignorant enough to walk the streets, squeezing until the last heartbeat thrums. You are a detective in this city, a quaint area with little crime and a police force hopped up on Dunkin Donuts. But when a string of murders plagues the town, you are thrown on the case following cold leads and an ominous trail of dust. But one night, when you catch wind of a scream and follow it through the dark, you find a skeleton and the rest is history.

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