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Ongoing, First published Jul 03, 2017
Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234 It was November 18, 2014 at 12:01 am. The black fences wrapped around the cemetery. Statues of angels and holy figures all around, the church to the west of the cemetery. The ground was moist from the shower about an hour ago. A green plant, moss, was spread out on the cherubims, angels, headstones, and holy figures. A vast blanket of white hung heavy over the hills. It suffocated every building and every tree at their base, swallowing every distant object and vanishing around every corner. It crept round St. John's church, its silent footsteps tiptoeing around each gravestone in the churchyard, passing by Jane Thomson, Rupert Nicholson and many others, before finally coming to rest at the foot of a grave. Edmund Herondale. Former shadowhunter and relative of my father, Jace Herondale... (read for full story) not completed started- july 3, 2017All Rights Reserved
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