The Coven
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Last published Tue, Aug 8, 2017
When Haythem Crowe was 9 years old his village was burned to the ground by a witch and her summoned demons. His family and friends burned to ash along with the village. He was the only survivor. Now he seeks the bastards that killed his family and destroyed the place he called home
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