The Photo
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In a world where magic is real, Casetto lives a lonely life by himself though he has the job of a photographer to keep him content. The magic that he possesses is like no other in the world, he could clean any sort of pollution within a couple minutes. That is not it though, thanks to his specially designed eyes and camera he had the ability to see the deceased. As Casetto traveled around the world cleaning up the environment he came upon a pleasant but also disturbing photograph in The Forest Of The Dead.
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